Two nights ago I had a total “city person” moment.
There I was, drifting off to sleep next to an open window, lalala zzzzz when suddenly I hear a primal scream. It’s like a full-throated help-me-God scream of rage and fear, and it’s no more than two houses away.
I roll over. “Huh,” I think. “Someone just screamed.”
Yes, I’m a jaded city dweller. If you’re going to get mugged, don’t do it outside my window because I will apparently not care.