Last week at work I was on the phone with a customer discussing the intricacies of bulk landscaping rock, including such fan favourites as:
"What colour rock are you looking for?" "Oh.. just rock coloured."
and
"Okay, but what size of rock, can you describe it? We have many different types of rocks." "Its rock size."
And as I'm talking on the phone, everyone suddenly crowds around the window because there is a FRICKIN' SHOWDOWN HAPPENING ON THE STREET.
I'm talking white cargo van, men in gas masks pointing a long barrel rifle at a man with his hands up.
A lady in the yard is taking a video on her iPhone, this is the world we live in now.
The men with the guns are wearing jackets that say "POLICE" on the back, but wait, why are they coming out of a white unmarked van?
One man yells "GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND" and starts leading the man with his hands up towards the front of the van.
WHAT?
Wait... WUT?
Apparently I'm from the hood because when a girl I work with starts to shout "OH MY GOD HE'S GOT A GUN" I forcefully shush her because I'm on the phone, and
like
it would be poor customer service to yell about guns with a customer around.
Suddenly all the hootenany seems to end and they all shrug and get back in the van and drive off like good buddies.
WHAT?
What did we just witness? Maybe the gun was just a paintball gun and this was some weird idea of bro-time civilian fun? Was it a police drill? Why didn't the police warn us?
We debate if we should call the cops to find out what we just saw.
My boss says "But that was the cops."
WHAT?
So no one called.
On the way home I call Matt, who is pretty much always the voice of reason in this blog, and tell him what happened.
And we he tells, he tells me: "You probably witnessed a kidnapping."
MIND: BLASTED.
PIC IS UNRELATED.
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