Rude Awakening

7:51am.

Outside my window, I hear an upset man. Peaking out my blinds, I see a white SUV parked across the street, a man with a cell-phone pacing back and forth, and an exasperated police officer turning his back toward him, hands on hips, slowly walking toward his car.

"Do you hear me?? My car was broken into and this guy asks me 'What the hell do you want?' He's a police officer!"

The SUV owner is black and the officer is white.

I hear him desperately try to receive assurance with whomever was on the other end for several more minutes. He's clearly flustered. A few more minutes pass by as I begin my morning routine until both vehicles vanish. I notice a moment later that the police car re-appears where the SUV was, and the SUV drives by. Then, another glance outside, after I pour a glass of water, both cars are again gone.

I never heard any defense from the officer, if he uttered any words. I distinctly recall, however, the disbelief, frustration, and anger twinged in the SUV-owner's voice, which carried throughout the complex. His complaint -- that the officer seemed inconvenienced by his legitimate call for help --was compounded by final claim on the phone that the officer departed with a "fuck you."

Same, awful story.

Good morning, America.