If you grew up when/where I did, that line reminds you of a song.
My Darling Wife went grocery shopping and filled the entire floor of Bad Robot with goods, came home, walked out of the freezing and into the heat, and said for me to get the groceries. Ok, no problemmo! I stepped outside and could TASTE that it was freezing out there. As I was gathering the first armload of evil, hateful, landfill-filling single-use bags, I noticed an unhappy phenomenon:
A car was coming up my street, creeping one mile an hour on the far side of the road. 'Who the [deleted] is this, creepin' up?' I said to myself. No harm no foul, though, yet, so I kept gathering groceries as the car passed. Inside to unload, outside to reload the next load of groceries on my arms, and they have stopped two houses down. Uh-huh.
Inside, outside to get the next load again and they U-turn at the end of the block. I thought they were going to pull into a driveway, but they were just sitting there on the street, now on my side, now facing me. Uh-huh. I pulled my (concealed) pistol halfway out of its holster, so the grip was entirely exposed and ready to grab. I prepared myself for a sudden rush of acceleration and a drive-by shooting in my general direction. The thought of what motion I would need to make to fully draw my gun. I considered the possibility of a carjacking as I had an obviously-newish car standing open and probably would have the keys handy.
Inside, outside to get the next load again and they are creeping down my side of the street now. As they passed, I put the Captain's Chair in Bad Robot between my face and their windows, in case they felt like seeing me real up-close like. They slowed in front of my driveway, then continued creeping. They stopped in front of the house next door. No further activity. Drive-by less likely, jacking more likely. Make this next trip to unload extra quick.
Inside, outside to get the next and final load. They started creeping again, and stopped a few houses farther down the street. Well, no threat to me, probably, anymore. Aimed rifle fire still possible but seems less likely. I went inside and grabbed my camera and superduperzoom lens and took up a position behind the truck in my driveway and started watching and shooting. Blur. Driver gets out and takes something from the trunk, can't see what. Solid 2.5 second exposure got a license plate and overall car shot, as they close the trunk. Blur. They walk to the door. Thinking now about murder in the night, ears open for a door kicked in, gunshots, screams. Blur. Taking pictures in the dark: impossible. No passing headlights to provide illumination on target. 20-second automatic exposure times, blech.
As I was trying to get another good shot of the car, I heard a woman's voice pleasantly thanking somebody and a man responding, wishing her a good night.
And here I was, ready to have a shootout.
Well, at least I'll be ready . . . God forbid!