Neighborhood Watch

Yesterday around 8 am, my peaceful Sunday morning slumber was interrupted by the sound of someone screaming at the top of their lungs. A look out my bedroom window revealed a thin woman with long scraggly gray hair marching up the center of the street. (I was unable to get a picture at the time, but I've included a picture of the street for context) She was accompanied by a male escort, who matched her stride for stride, but who seemed to content to remain silent while she screeched her message. Since her back was turned to me by the time I actually looked out to see what was going on, it wasn't easy to make out exactly what that message was. The only sentence I was able to decipher: "I am your goddamn neighborhood watch! Get the fuck out!" About five minutes later, the fearless twosome was joined by both an LAPD squad car and a fire truck, and within the hour, the excitement was over.