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The Life and Times of Whitney Drake

Calm in the face of madness.

Today was an odd day- I know I was going to start sharing my trip report, but today was just too weird not to blog about right away.

Earlier this week, I tried to refill my medication, but CVS didn’t have it in stock. So I had to wait. On the way back from the pharmacy with the boys, I spotted a sheriff’s helicopter making a tight circle.

Please be over the freeway. Please be over the freeway.

It wasn’t. It was circling over an area just a few blocks from the house.

Not knowing what they were there for, I assumed the worst. You see, about two years ago, there had been an incident at a fast food place nearby. A guy robbed the fast food place, and as he came out of the restaurant- an off duty sheriff was pulling in. He called for backup, was shot (he’s alive), and the guy ran into our neighborhood.

We were under lockdown for four hours while they cleared the neighborhood. So I assumed that it was a similar situation and pulled into the driveway. Instead of going through the gate into the backyard where I usually park, I stopped in front of the gate and rushed the boys into the house, locking the door behind me.

No, I didn’t tell the boys why we were doing what we were doing. I just told them I needed them to race to the doorstep and not to move until I got there. One of the things I’ve learned (learned from working at Disneyland) is to keep a clear head and stay calm when things are going wrong.

If you freak out, they will.

As to why we didn’t attempt the backyard, I am the sort of person who weighs her options. On the porch, I can see the only places that someone nefarious could hide. As opposed to going through the gate into the backyard where there are too many places that someone could pop out and harm us from.

…Doesn’t everyone think that way?

In the end, we were fine. One of the BILs said that he heard the helicopter ordering someone to surrender to the police outside of their house. But really, better to be safe than sorry.

I also found the most annoying ice cream truck yet, but I think that’s another story for another day…

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  • http://twitter.com/ShempLabs Shemp DeYoung

    I always worry when I see emergency vehicles that it might have something to do with my family. Being divorced and having my kids a few miles away half of the time makes it even worse.

    Coincidentally, I had a sort of similar thing happen today (emergency vehicles anyway). I’m going to be moving to a different house next month. I went by the new place to see how the landlord was progressing on paint & etc.

    When I entered the neighborhood, I saw flashing lights reflecting off windows, then saw police cars blocking off the street I was about to turn onto. As I got closer, I could see several fire trucks and more police cars. The cop waved me past, so I didn’t get a good look, but I did see one thing for certain – there was a fire truck directly in front of what is about to be my new place.

    The cop on the next corner was unable to tell me what the address of the fire was, so I doubled back. This time, there was nobody behind me so I could slow down and ask the first cop. He didn’t know the address, but he pointed and said, “The 2-story at the end there.” It was on the other side of the street.

    Nobody was injured and there was mostly smoke damage, so I don’t feel too bad about breathing a sigh of relief upon finding out it was somebody else’s place.

  • http://www.whitneydrake.com/ Whitney Drake

    If I’m not at home with the kids, and I see an emergency vehicle ahead of me, I do what Nani (the older sister) did in Lilo & Stitch- say “don’t turn left” as though it’ll will them from going down my street.

    Phew.  I don’t blame you for being nervous though!