Well, work was interesting (for a change) today. We were cleaning this end apartment in one of the buildings on South Hill Terrace after lunch. I was vacuuming upstairs and I had to go empty the little vacuum bag. There’s this dumpster right outside the building we were in, so I go outside and empty the bag in there. As I’m out there, these five police cars drive up and park right in front of the building (their sirens weren’t on or anything, but they pulled in there like they were in a hurry).

One of the policemen walks up to me and goes, “do you know your neighbor?” pointing to the apartment next to the one we were in. I’m like, “hey, man, I just work for the university as a custodian,” so he leaves me alone and I go back into our apartment. We just keep cleaning for about fifteen minutes. Then one of the policemen comes in and tells us that we’re going to have to leave “for our safety.”

Yeah.

So we go sit in the van for the rest of the day.

My guess is that it had something to do with drugs, what do you guys think?