So I was out tonight walking and three Niles' police cars came rolling in following this red car. I decided it was a good time to probably go back to the apartment. I walked inside and shared this with my father. He promptly ran to the window to look outside.
"Oh yeah..." he said, "I wonder what they're doing."
"Domestic violence?" I refer to the commonality of couples getting into fights in the complex.
"Yeah, hahaha. Domestic violence." He walks over to the pantry and pulls out a tin of peanuts.
A few more cars come in and then they block off the entire parking lot of three buildings.
My dad is standing at the door of the balcony eating a handful of peanuts, "It is like being at a movie."
I walk into the music room to start writing this blog and as I'm typing Dad says, "I think I should go out there and say, 'I need to get out.' I wonder if they'll let me out."
"I think that you should not do that. I think that would be a bad idea."
"Yeah, Megan...I think you were right. You picked a good time to come back in."
My dad is still watching out the window. Ha!
I love my dad, he's so weird.
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