Hoo boy. (Or girl)
Drug dealing, is my guess.
At least it wasn’t a SWAT team descending on the neighbors.
I had an inquisitive officer come one other time and he kept asking am I OK? am I sure I’m OK? When I insisted yes several times, finally he said that the 911 operator had gotten a 911 call from my phone number and all the operator had heard was some vague noises. I said I wasn’t aware of anything wrong but I’d be glad to check my telephone for problems, and the officer went his way. Later it dawned on me that my cat, who had knocked that phone off the hook several times before, had probably managed to step on the emergency dial button as well.
I just don’t seem to attract a lot of attention from police, and I say that as an avowedly lousy driver. Two tickets in thirty years, and one was for “excessive smoke” (I’ll have to share that story some time). Maybe they think I’m a cop or detective too. A shaved head tends to do that... the Kojak look.
“Two tickets in thirty years, and one was for “excessive smoke” (I’ll have to share that story some time).”
Must have been an “up in smoke” kind of moment! LOL!