I usually like Fridays when they are the 13th ...

but this morning, across the street from my condo building, as I went out the main door to the bus stop, I saw two police cars stopped at odd angles with lights flashing. Then I noticed two officers with their guns out and pointed at a man who was looking at them and slowly walking away. The officers started yelling at him to stop and get on the ground. He yelled back but didn't stop. Another police car arrived, then another, and a couple more officers drew their guns and yelled for him to get down.

It occurred to me if bullets started flying, they could possibly cross the street to, um, me. I backed away from the bus stop to one side of the building, but with a eye out for my bus. Fortunately, the man finally cooperated, was surrounded by six officers, and was handcuffed by the time my bus arrived.

Happy Friday the 13th, y'all.