Buzzed

Got a new job with a hefty commute. On a good day it takes me about an hour. Tonight it was a bad night. On my way home, driving through Hollywood, I got buzzed. Buzzed by a helicopter that is. In LA the traffic is so bad the LAPD and Sheriff use helicopters to chase and catch the bad guys. Well, I was in gridlock and noticed a helicopter overhead. It was black and unmarked. I watched it circle overhead and mindlessly listened to NPR. But then I realized that the helicopter was talking on it's loudspeaker. So I killed the radio and cracked a window. "Put down your weapon and walk to the nearest police officer." Being only a block away from the apparent standoff, I took a left and circled through some neighborhoods to get the hell out of there. Not sure what the deal was, but it took me 1.5 hours to get home tonight. I have a feeling with the rotten economy and the heat of summer coming, it's going to be a long couple of months of commuting. A few weeks ago, a clerk at my grocery store was robbed at gunpoint. That doesn't happen in Burbank. The general populace is getting stressed financially...it's almost riot season people!