Just Call Me Gladys!

Do you remember the old Bewitched t.v. series we used to watch as kids? If you're a bottom of the babyboomer generation, then you most likely do. That is, unless your parents didn't allow you to watch it because it was about a witch. I'm still shocked to this day that my parents allowed me to watch that... and Love Boat for that matter... but I digress.

So tonight, after my shower I put my pj's on to come back onto the computer to finish what I was doing before said shower. Like I often do, I take a quick peek out the front window. Why? No reason other than I'm nosy! Well, tonight you can just call me Mrs. Kravitz... the nosy neighbor of Samantha and Darren Stevens on Bewitched.


Peeking out the window I saw two police cars on the lane in front of our house. After crouching a little lower I detected a tow truck parked in front of a car that was parked in the visitor's parking lot across from our townhouse.

I couldn't see the car very well but the 3 police officers shone flashlights in and around the car. Mesmerized, I sat in the dark watching. I of course couldn't hear through the window so I slowly unlatched the lock. Crank, crank. I opened the window a little at a time, trying to be invisible to the action below.

Even with the window opened I still couldn't hear what was going on. That darn traffic out on the main street across the fence. Straining to hear I could only hear the murmuring of their voices, but no real words that would indicate what was going on out there. Was it a drug bust? (Not that I'd want that happening in the parking lot across from my house) Was the car parked in visitor's parking too long?

After about 30 minutes of peering like a Peeping Tom in reverse, finally the tow truck driver got in his truck. Within mere minutes he had the car strapped onto his vehicle while the officers shone their lights and spoke to another man who I had just then saw for the first time. The man held a bag. What is in that bag? I wondered... as if it were any of my business.

Finally Mr. Tow Truck Driver was ready to go. The officers all scattered to their respective vehicles, leaving the man with the bag standing alone in the visitor's parking lot. The police drove off as did the tow truck, while the "bag man" began to walk down the street... not toward the main street outside our complex, but down the street inside our complex directly in front of our window.

I continued to watch, wondering who he is and what he was doing. He would walk a few steps and then stop. Walk again. Stop. Finally he shuffled up a driveway down near the end of the road and vanished, leaving me with nosy Mrs. Kravitz questions, never to know the answers.

And so that was my "exciting" Saturday night!