While in Virginia at my friend Ann Malley's home, Ann treated me to a lovely restaurant dinner, a rare and much-appreciated luxury.
By the time we drove back to her house, it was dark. We pulled into her driveway, and as I opened my car door, I heard a sound. "Ah, coyotes," I said.
A moment later I realized I wasn't hearing wasn't coyotes. I was hearing sirens.
I am such a rube.