Police action

So there's nothing more exciting than getting home to find at least seven police cars parked in from of your house, and all up and down the street. Turns out our neighbors place a domestic violence call on the renters across the street and down a few doors. An action that is several months overdue, in my opinion.

The cops spent over a half hour trying to get the occupants of the house to come out. We were just waiting for them to bust in, and frankly I'm suprised that they didn't considering the amount of time that they were there.

The classic bit came when they finally emerged and one of the policemen was escorting this one young woman to the squad car. "Why didn't you open the door," hes asked - HIGHLY ANNOYED. "We're the PO-lice!" This girl had obviously been drinking or smoking up or both - she answered him in an overly loud voice that could be heard all around the block...

"I was upstairs having sex with my boyfriend, and in the shower!"

That's true class, right there. That sound you hear? That's our property values dropping.

I do not believe that this woman was one fo the couple that was actually involved in the fight. We'll see what the fallout will be - or rather we'll hear it, around 2AM some evening. We gotta get that house owner to get those losers out of there. I must say, the folks on my block are not such big fans of "renters". Now, we've rented houses before and I know that there's plenty of good people in the Village that are renters. However, with the exception of when Tom lived across the street, the renters on our block are not doing anything to endear themselves to those of us that live alongside them.

That's enough police action, thanks.