So my grandfather has discovered the internet… which of course has led to an inevitable abundance of email forwards.

I thought this one was mildly amusing and I should share it. Please Enjoy

Subject: Home Depot

Charlie was fixing a door and found that he needed a new hinge, so he sent his wife Mary to Home Depot. At Home Depot, Mary saw a beautiful bathroom faucet while she was waiting for Walt, the manager, to finish waiting on a customer.

When Walt was finished, Mary asked “How much for that faucet?”

Walt replied, “That’s pewter and it costs $300.”

“My goodness that sure is a lot of money!” Mary exclaimed. Then she proceeded to describe the hinge that Charlie had sent her to buy, and Walt went to the back room to find it.

From the back room Walt yelled, “Mary, you wanna screw for that hinge?”

Mary replied, “No, but I will for the faucet.”

…This is why you can’t send a woman to Home Depot!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

So last night at around 10 pm I got to my apartment, only to find my street blocked off by a cop car. Huddled behind the cop car were two police officers, one in complete armor. At first I thought nothing of it… I live in the pit of New Britain. There are cops around all the time. After all, there is a reason it is called hard-hittin New Britain. I figured it would just be another brief standoff.

Oh how wrong I was.

At about 11:15 pm I heard the first shots. I had stopped paying attention to the police shortly after I got home, because as I said the cops near my house isn’t something out of the ordinary. But there it was, the unmistakable pop pop pop of gunfire.

After about five minutes of silence I figured the trouble was over, so I peaked my head out the window of my kitchen to see what the hell had gone on.   Apparently the trouble was only beginning.  One cop car and two officers had turned into three cop cars and about 10 officers all sporting full armor.   I thought maybe the action was about to pick up and the cops were going to make a move, but not so much.  Apparently someone was trying their hand at negotiating… a full-on brute force attack would have been way more exciting.

Around 12:45 business started to pick up again.  Apparently negotiations hadn’t gone so well, and now the swat team was on the scene, complete with their armored Hummer.  The swat team really looked like they meant business.  One guy had an attack dog, another guy was cruising around with a sniper rifle, while the rest of the team had assault rifles.  After 15 minutes or so worth of planning, several groups of three went scurrying down the street, including the sniper.  They all were huddled behind a car 2 houses or so down from mine.  Then the shooting began…

I’m not sure whether swat decided to make its move, or if someone shot at them first, but I watched out my window as the third floor of the house down the block had an assortment of things shot at it.  Guns were firing, windows were breaking… it was chaos.  Every so often what I can only assume was some sort of flash grenade lit up the third floor of the house with a loud bang.   After the shooting subsided, the swat team loaded up their tank and cruised down the road, shining their spotlight at this house, and yelling instructions.  For at least 45 minutes they were in front of the house, instructing over the PA first in English, then in Polish.

According to reports this morning, the cops used teargas, I couldn’t really tell, but at 3 am a man wearing no pants was dragged out of the house and put into a cop car. Five minutes later, a women was hauled out as well, and the ordeal was over.

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Check out the news report here.

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Just an average night in Hard-Hittin.  I suppose I should be happy that I’m moving… but I kind of think I’ll miss all the excitement.