It went something like this:
Huh, that siren's moving fast.
And it's loud.
It must be coming up the street.
Oh.. hey.. I know that voice...
and that official "You Are So Much Toast" tone
saying "Get Down NOW!"
Oh, and look here comes a cover car..
and another..
and another..
and another..
oh, and a motorcycle..
What is that man doing to have half the precinct come in like the cavalry?
And, hey listen to my heart go thumpty-thump.
This police floor show was sponsored by a drunk driver who decided that a DUII wasn't good enough for him. After adding an eluding charge to his karmic load, he thought about tacking on a Resist charge (they add so much to one's rep), but apparently he thought better of it. (That "toast" tone or the never ending stream of cover cars may have had something to do with this moment of enlightened thinking.)
I must admit that I hadn't been yearning for any excitement.
I'd watched the last 45 minutes of the National Spelling Bee* and was feeling the nice soft glow that comes with watching a worthy competition of skills. Of course, it was impressive to see the man in action (I don't know that the neighbors will all agree about that... ) and I did feel a certain wave of nostalgia from my days in precinct... or maybe that was the bit of nausea as the adrenaline began to fade and I waited for my "all's well" phone call.
*(I was as shocked as anyone to find that I was bewitched by the Bee. Now if only I had caved to curiosity at 8, instead of 9:30. Darn my ignorance of the alchemy of words.)