Ah, yes, country life can be exciting. Our neighbors enjoy firing their automatic weapons at all hours of the day & night, and loud drunken voices are the norm on summer nights. However there was one fine summer night, David and I were coming home from from a plesant evening with friends and as we pulled into our half-mile one way drive, we were greeted by the usual Friday night faire of loud voices and boisterous laugher. But on this night, as we crested the first hill we found ourselves head light to fog light with some monstrous TRUCK that was barreling down on us faster than any sane human would ever drive on our narrow rutted road.
With the headlights of the metal demon screaming towards us, David threw our little Nissan into reverse, and hit the gas. Then we sat at the end of the driveway waiting for the intruder to emerge from the dark. Nothing... Where did it go?
David and I sat there for a trying to figure out what our next course of action should be, when a fire truck drove past us, then a police car, followed by as second and THIRD police car. It was the third cop car that stopped to find out what we were doing sitting in a car in a private drive at one o'clock in the morning. David politely explained our plight and the policeman advised to stay put till he and one of the other officer checked out the house.
I have no clue how long we sat there. But finally we were given the all clear to go home. When we entered, every door, closet and wardrobe in out two story, five bedroom house was thrown open!!! I have not doubt the every one had been searched with flashlight and gun OUT. Plus there was still an officer standing in my living room. They had found no evidence of unlawful entry, he xplained, and they figured the truck had pulled off into the forest and was long gone. However "would you mind checking your weapons to make sure they're all still here and a counted for?" he asked with a slight smile. You see our walls and shelves are laden with an array of swords, axes and other medieval weaponry.
Also, as the nice officer was explaining to us that every thing seemed to be in order and they had been called because our dear neighbors were having a party complete with bon fire in the middle of a VERY dry August and he hoped we didn't mind if they patrolled our drive for a while to see of they could pick up any staggers, his eyes kept drifting to the plastic cowboys roasting a triceratops over a faux flame. You see, we had been out of town and our friends had 'decorated' our humble abode with plastic cowboy and Indians fighting .... dinosaurs.
To this day I wonder what was going though those policemen's mind as they drove up and down our drive for then next several hours.
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