What a welcome home party we got today! As I was getting off the highway after running some errands, I thought, "UGH! The usual midday traffic on Route 4. Why did I get off this exit?!" (sidenote: the reason was because I was on the phone with Joe and lost track of what I was doing. Literally, in the ten second span it took me to locate, pick up, and answer my phone, I saw 1, 2, 3, ...12... I can't keep up!.... town and state police. I say "hi" to Joe, and I'm baffled by three news crews as I round the bend to make my way to the center of town. WFT!? "I'll just cut down the side street to avoid this mess." Think again--road blocked by another cop. "Ok, I'll just go down the road at the main intersection." Not-uh. Road blocked by fire truck. As I have to make my way through the insanity that pervades through the middle of quaint little Farmington, Joe tells me there is a manhunt going on for something that happened the town over in Bristol. I think, come on, Farmington, is it really that serious?! All you uppity people have your knickers in a bunch. So as I'm sitting in bumper to bumper traffice on Garden Street (which is usually a secret cut through, only really travelled by residents and Miss Porter's students), and I check the news on the ol' Crackberry and find out it's a lot more serious than I thought, with police, news, and hounds, targeting specifically...you guessed it, our neighborhood to find the armed robber. By the time I got home, with helicoptors swarming overhead, I read that police are "urging residents to stay inside." Who wants to stay inside your place when you have armed robbers around!? I say, grab your stuff for work and get the ^&$ out!
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