Today we went north to pick my grandmother up from her doctor's appointment. My brother, who was at school, demonstrated that fifteen-year olds clearly haven't been paying attention during lockdown drills.
Because YES, you know it's great when you're at your grandmother's house, which has exceptionally non-existent cell service, and you're like, okay, we need to leave now because I just got a bunch of texts but can't send any and we need to drive somewhere so that we can tell your grandson NOT TO BE DUMB.
Because clearly the thing to do when a traffic stop turns into multiple-location gunfire and a 100-officer armed manhunt is to BORROW A BICYCLE AND GO SEE WHAT'S UP.
What is this conversation, even.