I've never really hard gunshots where I live. Which is kind of funny considering EVERYONE has guns. I still get all freaked when I hear a car backfire or fireworks going off.
hahahaha, yes. Actually we have the police scanner on in our bedroom 24/7. I LOVE listening to it. There is some hilarious shit on there. I was upstairs packing for my trip. That's why I was listening to it. Tonight there was a guy who is obviously 10-96, code for crazy. He called 911 because he was seeing people in his house that were trying to kill him. They told them they wanted him dead and they were holding candles and staring at him so he went outside to wait for the police. There was nobody there. There is another crazy lady that calls all the time that thinks her cats are trying to kill her. One time she thought the mob was in her bathroom. Another time she called because there were 3 people living in her head but she assured the call taker that they didn't all share the same room. I seriously can't make this shit up.
Because I'm nosy and like to listen to people get in trouble. I also like to listen for names I recognize and text other people in the middle of the night telling them that someone we "know" is getting arrested Oh god, one of the best ones was when this person picked up one of those emergency phones that they have scattered throughout most cities. The ones that automatically dial 911. This dispatcher came on the scanner and called for an officer to go check out this area because "The person on the other end told me to eff off then told me that my mom performs fellatio on him" HAHAHAHA. Some punk kid picked up the emergency phone and told the call taker to fuck off and said his mom sucks his dick. HAHAA. The way the guy said it so proper over the scanner made me die laughing. As soon as he said it you could hear all the people in the background burst out laughing and you could just hear all the cops click in on their radios laughing at him.
I hate cats but I would never poison them. We have a TON of stray cats in our neighborhood and I think they like to use my front yard as a litter box. I swear it smells like cat shit out there. Ick! As much as I would love for them to be gone I could never poison them. My luck they would all die in my yard then I'd have to dispose of them.
That's how we started until we fell asleep with the app running a few nights. We mentioned it to my step mom. Next thing we knew her dad was giving us a scanner that he had laying around the house. Now we leave it on 24/7. It's soothing to listen to at night until something funny happens and I wake my husband up laughing.
Speaking about big booms: it was on the dutch news that this year at new year at least 14 people in the Netherlands got blind at at least one eye because of playing with fireworks... How's that for a new years party. And imagine the poor buggers who got blinded permanently. Quite ridicilous.
Who knew Iowa was so eventful? Looks like I need to tweak my stereotype. Crime rates spike when the weather warms up, believe it or not. Not your point, but thought I'd insert a fun fact.
Funny thing is when I lived in the Haight Ashbury where it is almost impossible to get a gun permit we heard gunfire fairly often. Now that I live in the Arizona mountains where you don't need a permit to carry even concealed I seldom hear gunfire even though there seems to be a gun dealer behind every other rock. The thing I never understood in the hood were the folk who upon hearing gunfire would turn on their porch light and step out to see what was up!
Awwww, the cats around here aren't strays, just neighbor kitties. But if they are strictly outdoor cats they are beasts. I've always wondered where all the stray animals hang out!
Yeah Iowa isn't all cornfields and cows shit gets crazy in the summer too. Hahaha give or take a few seconds?
Should I be creeped out or impressed? Hahaha. Btw, that's not exact time to my house....or at least I don't think it is....are you stalking me wiz? Haha
No. That isn't the exact time. That would be ridiculous. It's actually the average time of the ten trips I made back and forth from my front door to yours. Sometimes traffic is bad.