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katallisonI just sauntered out to put a bagful of glass bottles in the recycling bin behind my garage, sniffing the fine soft air, enjoying the peaceful quiet of a summer morning. After getting the bag stowed and putting the lid back on the bin, I heard someone say "Ma'am!" Looked up, and across the alley was a uniformed cop holding a rifle, in a take-cover position behind the neighbor's garage. Another, also with rifle, was crouched behind the garbage cans. The first one said, "You better get in back in your house, ma'am." I *motored* back in.
So now I'm scanning news outlets and listening for gunshots. Jeekers. (And it might be prudent to lock the back door and take my smoke breaks out front, for the nonce.)
ETA: All appears to be clear now. Still and all, jeekers.
So now I'm scanning news outlets and listening for gunshots. Jeekers. (And it might be prudent to lock the back door and take my smoke breaks out front, for the nonce.)
ETA: All appears to be clear now. Still and all, jeekers.