Circling
I don’t like the sound of hovering helicopters; it’s one thing if they just fly over, but when they’re just circling overhead, it puts me in mind of disasters in the not-so-distant past. Last night, during Six Feet Under, a gaggle of them were just sitting over a spot a few blocks over with searchlights and everything.
This happens from time to time in this neighborhood — the last time, it was a drug raid — but it still makes me nervous, and now I’m scanning the local news to see what was going on in Bay Ridge last night at around 9:20.
I’m also saddened to report that I was leaning on my windowsill on my elbows, chatting about it on the phone. I’m turning into that lady from 227.
Ah, 227. Very funny.
We often have helicopters flying over my neighborhood as well, but I think it has more to do with hospitals than crime. Still, they are loud and disturbing.