So there we are, innocently rummaging through our rented storage facility for our Christmas stuff, when the sounds of sirens,...that is to say SIRENS comes from outside. As it happens, our storage sits atop a hill that overlooks a major thoroughfare. And as we walk outside to investigate, we see, not 1, not 2, but 7 or 8 local police cars trying to box in a runaway driver. Like something out of the OJ drama so many years back. As they speed past, we can make out that the runaway car has at least two flat tires. As they disappear over the hill, we trade a few looks. Did we just see that?
It would seem so. On our way home, we see the cops clustered around a house just off the highway. The runaway car is sitting on the lawn. This is why I love my wife, well, one of many reasons. Not only does she rubberneck, but she pulls out her map and plots us a route to take us behind and through all of the commotion to get a better look. Which we do. The cops don't seem annoyed. They almost seem to be jovial about the sheer incompetence of the driver and the absurdity of the situation. All in all it was very surreal.
Made even more so by the pictures on the nightly news. As we were leaving the scene we saw the news van pull up, so we knew which station to watch. Alas, there was no fantastic video footage, no pictures of cop cars careening about. If only we had had a camera at the time. We could have given the viewers a show.