…whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
My roommate ventured out the house to grab some groceries with the Flexcar. She had invited me but I was in hair rollers and it was against my religion to been seen in such a state so I passed. A few moments after she locked the door behind her I heard the loud screech of car tires, then a few more. Then some other ruckus, so in near defiance of my faith, risking being seen with pink and green curlers, I opened the front door to see two cops chasing down a guy on foot, screaming “Stop Motherfycker, stop motherfucher*.” I then look for my roommate and the Flexcar hoping she got out before all this went down. I’m looking for the white Honda normally parked at the Shaw/Howard station. I don’t see it and assume she made it out, until I turn my head to see a cop who has secured and blocked one end of the street. My roommate had picked up a darker car and was standing with the car door open. She yells to the cop “I live right there (pointing to the house), can I just go right in?” and she high tails it back into the house with me holding the door wide open. She was seriously scared.
COPS- In Shaw. A bit too close for comfort.
* please note I don’t use profanity when speaking and at times I feel odd typing it.