Then we heard a siren . . . about 50 yards away. Next, a voice over a loud speaker repeating, "Break it up. Get on your bikes and go home."
Thank goodness my teenage son was not at the school, but in our house eating Tostitos on the couch with some friends (and getting crumbs all over the place).
"The cops are busting up a fight at your school. Who do you think it is?" I yelled into the house.
My son proceeded to run out the door, hop on his bike, and head for the school.
"They just said to get on your bikes and go home!" Oh well. "Don't get arrested!" I added, as he sped down the street.
My son returned a few minutes later with a report. "Some kid told me it started out between 2 eighth graders," he said, "then a bunch more kids joined in."
"Like West Side Story!" I said, trying to sound cool.
Don't you think it's odd that a police helicopter was deployed for an after school fight? The fact that they had to tell the kids to "Get on your bikes and go home," instead of "Drop your weapons," proves that it was a waste of taxpayer's money.
No wonder the state of California is broke.