POLICE 1, SCUM BAG 0

A typical late Friday morning turned into a little excitement for my otherwise boring life neighborhood. I was walking down our hallway doing nothing but being lazy some house cleaning and noticed out the front bedroom window a patrol car turn into the cul-de-sac. This in itself was not unusual because whenever the police were called it was usually for the devil house on the farthest end of the cul-de-sac. It was either the deadbeat father beating the crap out of his co-dependent wife, one of their eight welfare trash juvenile delinquent kids damaging somebody’s property, or the combination of the two. The unusual thing was those kinds of calls usually happened at night. So I became curious because I had nothing else to do but be a nosey concerned neighbor. I went into the side room to see where the patrol car parked. I stood up on a chair seeing if the ceiling fan needed vacuuming and tried to see if I could get more cleaning done get a good look. At first I didn’t see the patrol car so I ran walked into the front bedroom to see if the cars pulled out. As I was going to put my nosey face in the window I saw another patrol care pull in and park in front of my house. That sparked my attention even more. I did not see the first patrol car so I went back to the side bedroom and positioned myself back on the chair to be a nosey neighbor look out the window over the privacy six foot fence. There I saw the other patrol car parked on the other side of the cul-de-sac. I was curious because the family living in the house was relatively new to the area and seemed decent enough. I ran walked back to the front bedroom and noticed the police officer had gotten out of his patrol car. I wondered what the commotion could be about and felt the urge to make popcorn.

I ran walked back into the side bedroom and stood on the chair. I saw one of the police officers sitting on the six foot fence across the street while the other one stayed by the patrol car talking on his radio. The window was open but I could not hear anything. Darn! How could I be a nosey concerned neighbor and not know what was going on? It wasn’t everyday I saw a cop sitting on a fence. He was looking towards the back of the yard. I thought maybe it was a mean dog and they couldn’t get into the backyard. As I was spying watching I saw a motorcycle cop driving around the street on the other side of our neighborhood. He started to go down the street then make a U-turn. Then I saw another patrol car on the same street as the motorcycle cop. I knew there was something going on and the dirty house could wait. 

After several minutes three more patrol cars parked in the cul-de-sac. The police officers get out and talked among themselves. I saw several more patrol cars on the street where the motorcycle cop was. I frantically ran walked from front bedroom, side bedroom, and front door trying to get an idea of what the big deal was. As I got to the front door four more patrol cars drove into the cul-de-sac. If anybody who lived in the cul-de-sac needed to go somewhere or get out they would be pissed have to wait. It was entirely blocked by patrol cars. Then I thought of the scanner we had. I turned it on to see if I could find out what was going on. Nobody was talking from the scene in front of my house. Darn!! I had to turn off the FM radio because it was interfering with me being a nosey concerned neighbor ease dropping  concerned about what was going on in my neighborhood.

After several more minutes a few other patrol cars parked around the cul-de-sac. I accidentally put my ear to the front door screen. (Don’t you hate people like that?) Then I saw the cops standing on the other side of one of the many patrol cars on the other side of the street. They were looking down. Suddenly a thin, young, black male stood up. They put him up against the patrol car and started to search him. I thought this was better than the show Cops except the volume was down way to low for me to hear anything good. Well I figured this dirt bag guy did something he shouldn’t have done. They handcuffed him and stuffed the scum bag gently put him into the backseat. I counted about twelve police officers standing in the middle of the street talking. Another motorcycle cop pulled into the cul-de-sac. I had to find out what happened. It was driving me crazy. I got the stupid as it comes brainy idea of going out in the front yard to be very nosey pretending I needed to water the flowers. Oh yeah, that would be unnoticeable. I did a quick watering and went back into the house. The police started to talk about what had happened. I glued my ear stood by the screen door off to the side so they couldn’t see the nosey woman behind it. I had the feeling they probably knew the nosey  concerned neighbor was ease dropping going on with her business.

After a few minutes they started to talk about the scum bag suspect they stuffed gently put into the back seat of the patrol car. They laughed discussed how they cornered him after he jumped several fences trying to elude them. I noticed they had a plastic bag filled with something. I wanted to yell at them to talk louder so I could hear them. I mean afterall…I wanted to be nosey concerned about my well-being and did not want to wait for it to make it to the newspaper. Then I got a clue. One of the cops mentioned she needed to find the mail lady. Ah hah! The scum bag suspect stole accidentally misplaced the mail from the boxes in the bag. I did not know why people in the stupid neighborhood did not have locked mail boxes but maybe this would open their eyes. We had a PO box since the first week we lived here because of juvenile delinquent kids putting their dirty hands going through our box.

Now I had some of the story. This scum bag guy was stealing borrowing mail and jumping casually going over the fences when somebody called the police. The police stood out in the middle of the street for about ten more minutes talking about how they caught the scum bag suspect. The drug dealing neighbor who called them needed to file a report. My nose was glued to the screen door interest for my safety and my neighborhood was of the utmost importance. 

The patrol cars and the motorcycle officers drove off to finish out their shift. I started to think about this scum bag guy jumping fences. For all I knew he could have been wanted for robbery and breaking into homes. I thought about how my windows were open and where my 44 magnum husband was and if he jumped casually accidentally went into my backyard. I called my husband and gave him the news about what had taken place. I told him, police 1 scum bag 0. He told me what a crappy neighborhood we live in and we need to move he was happy for my safety. What a nice guy!