My Morning Commute

This morning, after finding yet another $40 parking ticket on my windshield, I thought the worst part of my morning commute was over. But no.

As I turned the corner and proceeded to drive up the block, I squinted to see something in the road. Keep in mind, this was at 5:15 am en route to my spin class.

I was about to honk and go around the vehicle in the middle of the road when I realized there was a person there, waving me to slow down. Not just anyone, a SWAT team member in full gear. Um, ok, Mr. SWAT, maybe not wear all black if you’re going to direct traffic during whatever kind of bust this is. Also, sure, I feel like maybe you have the authority to make me stop. And break my neck, if need be.

As I was sitting there, I realize there was an A-TEAM-esque armored van in front of me. And like ants erupting from an anthill, there were SWAT team members pouring out of the armored vehicle with AK-47s, dressed all in black. With my mouth agape, I sat wondering, “Really? Is this really happening right now?” And then I saw the final piece of the puzzle: 2 battering rams.

After all the SWAT team members had moved up the alley, I proceeded to get the hell out of Dodge. While exiting speedily, yet cautiously, I notice some Boston locals at the Dunkin’ Donuts, sipping their brew, leaning on fences and watching the drama unfold. Just another day here in South Boston. No big deal, just like watching the Fourth of July parade.

Seriously. I’m serious.

The best part is that as I was driving away, I was thinking, “Yes, drive away. For safety’s sake. Even though you kind of want to see what happens. If you get shot by random gun fire in a shoot-off, Safety Man is going to be so mad!”