Tell me, friends. Have you be asked to join your friendly Neighborhood Stasi?
Wednesday I noticed that the deserted school playground up the hill from my house isn’t so deserted anymore. I texted my brother and told him that the kids in my neighborhood must’ve gotten a little stir crazy from being shut in for a couple of weeks. So they’re out on the playground in force.
Who could blame them? You can’t keep kids cooped up for weeks, not when the spring weather is so nice.
On Thursday my brother texted me asking if the kids are still out on the playground, adding this surprising note:
“I guess you can call 911, and now they’ll send a patrol.”
I thought he was kidding. Like the police around here don’t have better things to do than hassle kids on a playground.
He texted back:
“I read that 911 is inundated with nosy nellies ratting out any groups of 2 or more. So, enter Syracuse’s finest.”
I wanted to bang my head into a wall. This couldn’t possibly be true.
But it was true.
What’s worse? They’re being instructed to do it. MORE