So last night just before midnight a huge crash was heard. I didn’t think much except that maybe someone was dropping off a bin (at the construction site) and dropped it too fast. Then the yelling started.

I hopped up and looked out the window and there were a bunch of cars and a couple smashed into Mark’s (our neighbour) car. I immediately thought there had been an accident and that the yelling was the typical resulting violence. I grabbed some clothes and headed to the balcony. A woman with a gun on her hip was walking below me and the cars were all now sporting police cherries.

Turns out that a bunch of undercover cops were working some drug thing when some poor unfortunate schmuck of a would-be criminal chose that moment to rob the local Macs. Needless to say, a police chase ensued and the wicked ice in front of our house spelled doom for Mark’s poor car. The bad guy’s truck took out his rear end and part of our much abused light pole (2012), and one of the unmarked police suv’s finished off his front end.

Excitement indeed.