It is Friday and I was playing tennis at the college. A very large helicopter kept hovering overhead making a very loud noise. I think the only thoughts we had were that it was so annoying we could not hear the score being called out. It did seem to be circling in our area, and not moving on. This went on for quite a while. Then a woman appeared at the court fence, clearing trying to say something to the players. I went near. She said that there was an armed robber on the loose who had robbed KFC. They were asking everyone to come inside. We gathered our things and headed up the sidewalk toward the building. I did NOT want to go into that building, where I could possibly spend the next 8 hours. To go into that building meant that I no longer had control over my day off! As we approached, I said to the woman, "Can I get in my car and go home?" She said: that is entirely up to you. I made a quick left to my car, which was only 20 feet away.
No way was I going to give up my whole day inside waiting and wondering. In my mind, I suppose, someone who robs KFC does not seem so threatening. That is probably a silly thought. Someone who robs KFC is probably pretty desperate.
All morning I was looking forward to my special coffee, needing to wait until
after tennis. I got a picture in my mind of the service station to the left, as you leave the college. In the last town where I lived, the service station where I got my morning cappuccino was robbed at gunpoint, shortly after I moved.
I did at least make that concession and turn right toward home. There is always another day for cappuccino!
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