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Originally Posted by Blossom
Crazy rant ahead!
I need my life to be boring. Nice and mundane. Quiet, stable, peaceful. It use to be. When I lived in Tennessee it was just that and I loved it. Seven blissful years.
Now I live here in a suburb of St Louis.
I don't need to watch a guy kill himself in front of my place by crashing his car into a tree. I don't need helicopters and police all over my neighbor looking for a pink haired Thelma and Louise nutcase that stole two trucks and crashed them then ran on foot and I don't need my mom calling me screaming someone got ran over in front of my street and they are stuck right in front row watching it all while trying to bring me something good to eat. All this happened since I moved here and those are just a couple of examples. The latest tonight being a guy ran over by two women who didn't see him. Sis driving up and seeing him just laying there unconscious. Mom screaming like a banshee.
What is it about this place?!?
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It could be a lot worse. You could actually know the people involved.
Guy shot by the person that called him to check on something. (Yep related)
Cops ambushed by guy. (I didn't know the cops but knew people that did)
Guy turns 7-11 into a drive thru. (Sort of related)
Dead woman gets ring stolen off her finger. (Knew them well)
Guy runs over a drunk. (Knew the guy's family)
Can't serve on jury duty because I knew the star witness.
Train accidents. (Hubby knew them)
And many other incidents that we knew someone involved.
Though the funniest one had to be when the cops needed to know if we were related to someone. The neighbor yelled at her son, the cops are here what did you do now.
Yes, we were related and that incident had nothing to do with the neighbor.
Though the cops didn't say it, they needed an address to give to the hospital.