So, I had a brief drama earlier this afternoon that I shared on Twitter, and it will take more than 140 characters to tell the story.

Actually, the story was probably much more interesting in real time, but here it is, anyway:

The dogs started barking up a storm, so I looked out the door, and a wet, disheveled guy was walking out of the woods.

And, naturally, he was coming to the door.

We live near the river, at a big curve in the road, so there are occasional wrecks and we've had strangers at the door.

Note: like I told Twitter, we live in a regular neighborhood, albeit a little in the country, not the 'hood. I just felt compelled to say that.

Come to think of it, maybe dude thought we were one of his kind as the house does look a bit abandoned because of the grass, and all.

He banged on the door, so I opened it to find out what he wanted, and to tell him to go away.

And, whaddya know?

I think he was really drunk had been imbibing a bit.

He told me his wife had had a wreck (pointed the wrong way to the river), and that the police were already there.

He then asked me what road he was on.

I suspiciously told him the name of our street, and he said, "OK, my mom is coming to pick me up".

While I know that's not a normal response to your wife wrecking the car, I asked him if anyone was hurt, if he needed anything, just to make sure.

He said, "No", and he asked for a cigarette lighter.

Okaaay...

I gave him a pack of matches so he'd go away, and I watched him walk off.

He walked around in the street for a bit, and started to come back to the house.

I picked up the phone to call the police non-emergency number, but right about the time they answered, 3 police cars screeched to a stop in front of my house, and they threw him over the car, cuffed him and arrested him in my driveway.

That was interesting.

Do note that Busy Girl put this event on Facebook, and within minutes, our phone started ringing.

I went about my business, and a few minutes later the dogs started barking again.

I looked out the window, and there was a red SUV in the driveway.

By the time I got downstairs, it had driven from the house, but had parked in the end of our driveway.

Two women got out, and started to walk down the street.

I stepped outside, and asked them what they were doing, and one of the women walked up to me and said, "Have you seen my husband?"

Me: "Is he kinda thin? Wearing an undershirt? Skulks about in the woods?"

Woman: "Uh, yeah, he has dark hair..."

Me: "Oh, yeah, he got a ride..."

Woman: "Really?"

Me: "Yep, sure did. With Metro! As a matter of fact they were so excited to see him that three of them came."

Woman: (looks flustered)

Me: "Look lady, he got arrested in my driveway, in front of my kids (that was fun). He was drunk."

She looked upset, walked off and got back in her car.

And stayed there.

The other woman got out of the car and started to walk down the street.

Remember, they are in my driveway, blocking it.

So, I called the police.

I don't know what the dispatcher thought I wanted, but I ended up explaining the details of the arrest to him (uh, aren't they supposed to know stuff like that?) and he was trying to tell me the arresting officer's name, and the case number.

Me: "No! The redneck wife of the drunk guy is in my driveway, and won't leave. Do you have someone in the area that can just send her on her way?'

I know they did, because there's still coverage out here to prevent looting from the flood.

They said they'd send someone, so I waited upstairs by the window to watch, and take pictures for Twitter.

About 15 minutes passed, and a police car drove right by the house, but she started up the car, and hightailed it out of there.

Haven't heard from anyone, since, but I'm thinking he was drunk, wrecked his car, and ran from the scene.

I aided him by giving him directions and some matches, but alas, his efforts were foiled by 3 police cars AND a State Trooper.

The End.