I sure you’ve already heard of the shooting at the Waffle House near me.
And by near, I mean “the cops knocked on my door in the manhunt” near.
Funny thing, though, I read the next day that the police were instructing my neighbors to lock their doors and stay inside, for their safety. I’ve talked to one lady who actually had her house searched.
Me? I think the officer heard me tell the wife “it’s ok, it’s a cop” before unlocking the door. He then saw me with a pistol on my hip, and the wife behind me holding a bo staff bigger than she is.
The first words out of his mouth were “So… I’m guessing you’ve seen the news…” and instructed me to remember to call them if I saw anything.
I guess he figured that he would have already heard if the guy chose my house for shelter that night, and the rest was redundant.
But were you wearing a kilt?