Stop or I'll shoot

So we found a house.

We drove alllllll the way back to Chicago from Bloomington this afternoon to see a great house in Lincoln Park. And of course, it was fabulous. Beamed ceilings, stainless steel appliances, washer and dryer in unit. Nice deck.

And of course, other people found the same house and made offers.

Two other people to be exact.

Two people, oh, and some CRIMINALS!

As we are walking around the corner through the alley to see the back of the property, we come upon a scene with a white BMW blocking the alley in front of a black rusty pickup truck and another car behind it.

There's some sort of commotion and we hear someone yell "Shoot him."

Of course, when one hears someone yell "Shoot him" and see a crazed man RUNNING TOWARD you, your first instinct is to see what the hell is going on. The second is to actually turn around and run away yourself.

Which is what we did. However, please let me point out that when we entered the alley, I was walking in front of Josh. So when we turned tail to exit the alley, post haste, Josh was in front of me. AT NO TIME DURING THE "FLEE THE CRAZY CRIMINAL" FOOTRACE DID MY HUSBAND TURN AROUND TO SEE IF I WAS SAFE. (Very reminiscient of the Seinfeld episode where George Costanza bulldozes the kids at a birthday to escape a fire.) Save yourself first Josh, no really.

After the crazy criminal escaped by eluded the off-duty police officer threatening to shoot his ass, we calmly walked back to the house and proceeded to make our offer.

Of course there's no crime in Lincoln Park, that's why we want to live there.