So there was drama yesterday, for once not involving my family. Yesterday my handyman and his girlfriend were here to paint my house trim. I saw a cop car on the side street, past my pine trees, but I didn't think anything of it, since the cops keep an eye on this neighborhood. Next thing I know, the cop has taken the license plates off John's truck and taken both them and John away, and Sue is crying. Wow, unexpected. I think the cop randomly ran John's plates and found something he could nick him for. Sue had no idea what was going on. I drove her to my bank to cash the check I'd just given them because that was all the money she had, then we moved all their gear into the truck and locked it, and I reassured her that as long as the truck was parked they wouldn't come take it away. Then she said she would go home and wait for John to call her, and I said HOW because she doesn't drive and I know they aren't local, and she was going to WALK home 12 miles in 90 degree heat. Oh no. If she's gonna die of heatstroke, it's not gonna be because I didn't give her a ride. So I drove her to the dingy motel she lives in (and stopped at TJ's on the way back). About fifteen minutes after I got home, John called me. He's out of jail already and has his license plates back, and is VERY apologetic. He still can't drive, his license is suspended, so a couple friends brought him to my place (at 10:30pm) and one of them drove his truck home. I'm glad it was resolved so quickly, whatever it was, but I bet it cost him a chunk of money. I hope they get things worked out for themselves soon, they're good people.
All of which has made me think two things: (1) wow, am I glad I don't live in the world of constant drama anymore, and (2) wow, I am lucky and I have no problems.