what the shart?!?!

so.

there was a fire drill. at work. remember those from when you were in school? remember the joy of getting out of class? and the being outside? it was a lot like that, except now i'm older and the getting up is more of a pain than the not working. not to mention that the fire alarm in our building is reminiscent of a banshee giving birth to a five year old cow with turrets. that's not as cool as it sounds. oh. it doesn't sound cool, you say? exactly. it's less cool than that.

well i decided that i'd boogy on down to jimmy john's and get my freaky fast on, cuz i was hungry. so after the alarm noise was done, i jumped in the ride and scooted. as i was heading down to the jj, a 5-0 rolled by with lights and sirens, and everyone pulled over. seemed pretty normal. cops on the prowl. right on.

i keep heading down plymouth road, and i'm about ten yards away from the nixon intersection when low and behold a crazy arse mofo rolls out of the intersection peeling out and leaving smoke and rubber all over the place. i was like, 'slow your roll.' he did not. as soon as that thought leapt from the brain, 5 of the ace's finest roll after him in high pursuit, again with lights and sirens. everyone in the intersection froze. we sat there for like an entire minute. we were all witness to a car chase. what the what?

here's a link - driver leads police in high speed chase

i get my jj. think that things like that whole car chase are mad crazy. i'm recovering.

i go to the intersection to go back to the office and stop at the light. as i'm waiting there, in the other direction, a lady is sitting at the other turn light waiting to go, but i guess she's too far back for the sensor to read her vehicle. the dude in the truck behind her gets out and starts yelling at her to move up so the light will change. then, instead of doing that, she just turns on the red.

craziest half hour i can remember in my life.

i was so too sober. sheesh.