March 31, 2009

Only In L.A.

I know I said I wasn't going to post again until I'd finished my taxes (done!), and my grandma's taxes (not done), completed the newsletter (not done), and cleaned and organized my house (yeah, right) but something happened the other day that I had to share.

So, you know about Earth Hour, right? Everyone was supposed to turn out the lights from 8:30 to 9:30 Saturday night. Warren and I had gone out with friends to see Bill Maher (which was fabulous!) and Jerry went to his friend Jackson's house with two other boys. Like good environmentalists, they turned out the lights and spent the time building with Kapla blocks, using flash lights to view their progress. (Dark house, flash lights, urban area--surely you see where this is headed...) Around 9:00 they heard the sound of a helicopter getting closer and closer until it sounded like it was hovering over the roof. A search light appeared, raking over every inch of the backyard from tree house to trampoline and three (yes, three!) cop cars appeared in front of the house. It turns out a concerned neighbor saw the dark house, the flashlights within, and assumed a robbery was taking place! Ha! On the one hand, it's nice to know the neighbor cared enough to call the police and then the police actually showed up. On the other hand, well it was Earth Hour for crying out loud!

Funny things happen when you live in an urban area. You see a dark house with flash lights inside and you assume it's being burglarized. You see someone running in street clothes rather than sweats--obviously they've just robbed someone. A kid comes up to you on the street and asks for money for the bus and even though you're visiting a small town in Iowa you assume the kid is an addict and tell him you don't have any change. You go away for the weekend and leave the dog door open so the cats can get in and out at will and assume that when you return your computer, television, and jewelry will be gone.

Ah, life in the big city.

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