Like moths to a flame...

Like the Dane Cook joke about car accidents, people are apparently as equally drawn to fire trucks in neighborhoods.

So I'm driving home from school today, and there's like a firetruck on one side of the street, parked, and the mailman on the other, idling. My first thought is, 'shit, how am I gonna get around them' but apparently the other people on my street's first thought is, 'oo lets go outside and attempt to be inconspicuous while we try to be the annoying brownnosers that we are'. As I mentioned, the mailman had just finished hitting like one half of the block, so my fair neighbors were "getting the mail" while they attempting to figure out what was going on with the big yellow firetruck on the corner. It was almost as bad as if a garage sale had just started setting up. Everyone-- kids, old people, young people, middle aged people-- was "coming out of the bushes", as Dane Cook would say, just to see what was going on. I could really have cared less, nothing was on fire, there were no police, nothing seemed to be an eminent danger to my well-being. So I just drove on to my house, successfully navigating the fire truck-mailman slalom, and my house is within visual distance of the house in question, actually got my mail, and then went inside.

So my rant is complete, and just needed to write this because it amazes me how nosy people can be...

-Kitty