A few weeks ago, I was walking my dogs around the ‘hood, when I came across a sign that scared the crap out of me. The city had put up one little sign on my block to warn residents that they were working on a high tech gun removal program. And they were courteous enough to also warn that this would entail loud blasting. Holy S***!!!!
I know my neighborhood’s got some “issues.” But WTF??? I glanced up and down the surrounding sidewalks and streets, expecting to see a whole fleet of police cars or something, but there was nothing. Nobody. Nowhere. WTF was going on?! And what were they going to blast? Danger, Will Robinson. DANGER!!!!
Sadness crept over me, as I pondered the decay of our society. And naturally, I wondered what kind of high tech guns had been spotted in my community. This was scary shit.
Right then and there, I decided that I was freakin’ tired, TIRED of city living. It’s just not safe.
And then, suddenly, a loud roaring noise erupted at the far end of the block. Huh??? And then I re-read the sign.
Oh….gum removal…not gun removal. And the blasting that they warned of…nothing more than high tech power washers. Ahem…never mind.