There’s something unsettling about driving home a way you don’t usually go because you need to pick up your medication, then deciding to avoid the highway because traffic and it’s nice outside so I’ll drive the side road with my windows down, then thinking “oh the pet store is right there. Do I need to stop for anything?” Usually the answer is “yes, the cats/dog need this thing so I’ll run in and grab it”. But for once, the answer was “no” so I continued driving and then got stuck at the intersection light and watched as three cop cars fucking booking it in the opposite direction (which is rare because the cops around here famously book it to nothing) and as I’m pulling into my apartment complex an ambulance blaring its horn with unusual urgency goes flying past.
Come to find out, two people - one with a gun, one with a knife - were at the previous intersection/in the pet store parking lot and someone died and the other was severely injured.