Whatcha Gonna Do?

I will have to watch this week to see if I can see our building featured on COPS. I went out to put the kids in the car to go to the bank and there was a Spanish speaking fellow screaming at two police officers and holding an ice pack on his fist. They sat him down on the curb across from the mailboxes and went back to the apartment from which he obviously came to talk to someone else. Lots of onlookers, lots of little children running around. There were at least two cruisers possibly three or four on the other end of the building, but two were blocking my end of the parking lot in an L shape like they had pulled in quickly and jumped out of their cars, not even remotely close to the apartment in question.

I waited for the Bad Boys song to start in my head and tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on to see if there were any cameras present. I didn't see any though. Nothing except a bunch of angry screaming domestic violence aftermath. It briefly reminded me of my childhood. That is probably why I hurried the children into the car as fast as I could and then did all my gawking. Maybe we still aren't ghetto enough for the camera crew yet. I give it six months and we will be a regular feature though.

Posted by gwendolyn on July 18, 2003 at 02:00 PM