Yes, there’s trouble! Right here in Surrey City. Trouble with a capital “T” and that rhymes with “P” and that stands for… Police?
Yep, police, right here in Surrey City. Not that police in Surrey are anything new. Neither are police in my area of Surrey. But it still gets the neighbours talking when the fuzz are out there chatting with the residents across the street.
After noticing some uniforms, I did what anyone would do. I called my mother. After informing her of the situation brewing across the street, she let me know that there had been a similar incident to the house next door to that just weeks ago with police and even fire trucks!
The question now is, what’s with all the sudden influx of law enforcement in our neigbourhood? If I were to base my assumptions purely on past experience, I’d say it has something to do with drugs and the growing of. But this one I’m not so sure about.
These are relatively new neighbours and they keep to themselves. Kind of a strange sort of folk. There’s a young woman who likes to sit in a white plastic chair just outside the door while still in her plaid pyjama pants. There she smokes cigarettes in the morning. There is an older woman who wanders around the yard in her housecoat at 3:00 on Saturday afternoons. There is often a big, barking dog on the upstairs patio and cars of all makes and models coming and going at all times of day and night. I couldn’t tell you what kind of car any of the residents own (or even how many residents reside there), but there was a PT cruiser in the driveway this afternoon.
The man I saw talking to the police today was a middle-aged white man with a bluetooth in his ear. Though I couldn’t hear anything while he was speaking with a female officer, he was gesturing wildly and pointing toward the open garage. It seems that no matter who is living in that house, that giant garage is always seemingly full of junk. When the previous residents vacated the abode, they were forced to rent a dumpster to dispose of the refuse.
Now that I think about it, I don’t think this is the first time I’ve observed the police at the residence across the street. Would these people be daring enough to try a growing operation? Is there a foul odour of domestic violence permeating the house? Perhaps there is a decaying body among the trash in the garage.
Even I, in my infinite wisdom cannot settle on a reason for the recent happenings at my neighbour’s dwelling. Perhaps understanding will come at a later date, or perhaps not at all. For now, though, I will sit and wonder and create in my head glorious stories with infinite possibilities.