Sitting around having coffee and I hear something that sounds like a very loud lawn mower. Go to the window and two doors down is a police helicopter hovering ten feet off the ground. My husband and I are both glued to the window waiting for the raid or the rescue or who knows what.
Go get the camera. Go get your phone. Go lock the doors. The helicopter rises. circles. We crane our necks. We run to the other window. We look for armed fugitives running down the street. The copter circles and moves on.
Go take out the garbage. Go get the paper. Go check the weather. Go clean the litter box…..
Sounds exciting! Try taking some jello over to the neighbor and asking when he or she’s husband started taking flying lessons … ?