I had an interesting ride home last night.
Actually, it wasn't exactly the ride home; it was one of the stops near home that elevated my adrenaline.
I was behind a car at a traffic light where I needed to turn left to complete my trip home. I was about one-half mile from my garage. The light had just changed to red, and I heard sirens. They were definitely coming toward us, but I couldn't tell from which direction.
The sirens got louder....and louder. Suddenly, a white van appeared in the intersection and the driver made a very sharp and dangerous left...into the lane opposite where I was sitting. I figured he was desperately trying to get out of the way of whatever was coming. As it turned out, he was trying to get away "from" whatever was coming. He hit the curb, swerved out a little and then hit the curb again. He was about two car lengths behind me when he came to a stop. The driver's door opened and a white guy fell out of the van onto the road. My first thought was that he was ill or having a seizure or heart attack or something. Then I saw the gun that fell out with him. Then came the onslaught of police vehicles: Three of them made the same very sharp turn. One stopped in the lane beside me and took out his pistol. Another stopped between my car and the van blocking my sight. At that point, I was relieved that I was less a target if that dude had decided to start firing. More cars came. Then motorcycles. The guy in front of me made a slow right turn and I was suddenly at the light. When it turned green, and since the sirens had stopped, I made my left turn and completed my trip home.
It was all surreal!
