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Content warning: Police interaction, concerns about bodily harm, mention of firearms. Fairly anxiety-inducing.
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So this story took place a few years ago in Tucson, when I was heading home from work. I had nearly gotten home when I turned onto the small side road that led to the house, at which point I was suddenly pinned into the center of the lane by police cars on both sides, stretching down an entire block (approximately 1 mile). Police quickly came up to my window and escorted me to my house, telling me to go inside and lock the doors and not answer for anyone who wasn't a uniformed police officer. They didn't tell me what was going on, and I'm pretty sure I forgot to even ask, but I obviously did this and hid inside, wondering if I would be less likely to be hit by stray bullets on the first or second floor, a though I'm quite sure has never crossed my mind before or since! Such was the density of the police that they ended up with an officer in my backyard, one in each side yard, and one in my front yard. There were helicopters and SWAT teams, and everything else under the sun. I have no idea what happened, but someone must've done something very very bad.
Weirdly, everything eventually quieted down and the officers just... left. The helicopters moved off to another area, probably still looking for whoever it was, and I had zero success trying to find out what had happened in the news the next day. It was super weird and unsettling. I no longer live in that house/neighborhood, but Tucson is pretty mixed as far as good and bad areas (probably a good thing since it forces us to deal with problems rather than ignoring them)... Either way... ;_;
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So this story took place a few years ago in Tucson, when I was heading home from work. I had nearly gotten home when I turned onto the small side road that led to the house, at which point I was suddenly pinned into the center of the lane by police cars on both sides, stretching down an entire block (approximately 1 mile). Police quickly came up to my window and escorted me to my house, telling me to go inside and lock the doors and not answer for anyone who wasn't a uniformed police officer. They didn't tell me what was going on, and I'm pretty sure I forgot to even ask, but I obviously did this and hid inside, wondering if I would be less likely to be hit by stray bullets on the first or second floor, a though I'm quite sure has never crossed my mind before or since! Such was the density of the police that they ended up with an officer in my backyard, one in each side yard, and one in my front yard. There were helicopters and SWAT teams, and everything else under the sun. I have no idea what happened, but someone must've done something very very bad.
Weirdly, everything eventually quieted down and the officers just... left. The helicopters moved off to another area, probably still looking for whoever it was, and I had zero success trying to find out what had happened in the news the next day. It was super weird and unsettling. I no longer live in that house/neighborhood, but Tucson is pretty mixed as far as good and bad areas (probably a good thing since it forces us to deal with problems rather than ignoring them)... Either way... ;_;
