There’s this fun game I like to play, called “Let’s shoot fireworks at each other!!!”
I usually don’t do two posts in one day, but I have to share this story with you, before my normal post for today.
We had to call the cops. Again.
But this time it wasn’t about our next door neighbors! (Progress!)
Around 11:30 pm we heard bangs and muffled noises outside, so we looked out the window to see 4-5 people, wearing helmets, and having a “fireworks” fight in the guest parking area between the houses across the street from us. They were shooting off roman candles at each other, and running around, screaming.
At first we just watched them, with “wtf” expressions on our faces, but they started hitting cars and houses, so I just went for it, and called the cops again.
I know you are thinking I am a party pooper who doesn’t like to have fun, but this is effin’ ridiculous. They were out in the late night, being dangerous, littering, possibly ruining other people’s property, and being LOUD. I don’t care if this makes me a bitch.
Funny enough, when I was on the phone with the dispatch, they got a call from another person in my neighborhood complaining about the same thing.
So the people sneak inside and shut all their shutters. Four cops cars come, and out pour cops, flashing their lights and seeing all the waste from the fireworks.
A cop drives up to my house, because I told the dispatch person I knew what house the people were in. I tell the cop what happened, and what house they are in.
They make the people come out and clean up all the litter. I hope they also told them never to do it again, because this is just effin’ stupid.