Elena

Now he has a quote-unquote mess to deal with and doesn't need this today. Now we're not only confused, but we're also scared. Our dad only yelled at us if we broke something while fighting in the house, so getting chewed out by him was not standard operating procedure. We continue to wait for our dad to get home, all while trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Several more hours go by.

Now he has a quote-unquote mess to deal with and doesn't need this today. Now we're not only confused, but we're also scared. Our dad only yelled at us if we broke something while fighting in the house, so getting chewed out by him was not standard operating procedure. We continue to wait for our dad to get home, all while trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Several more hours go by.

Finally, our dad gets home from work and apologizes to us, saying he's sorry for yelling. That's good parenting.

Finally, our dad gets home from work and apologizes to us, saying he's sorry for yelling. That's good parenting.

That he stopped by the Pizza Hut prior to coming home and spoke with the manager and that she told him we did follow his exact instructions and that she is very sorry her dumbass employee can't follow simple instructions. All right. The specific instruction of not to go past the first patrol car. Why was this important, you might ask?

That he stopped by the Pizza Hut prior to coming home and spoke with the manager and that she told him we did follow his exact instructions and that she is very sorry her dumbass employee can't follow simple instructions. All right. The specific instruction of not to go past the first patrol car. Why was this important, you might ask?

Well, it turns out the delivery address was a few doors down from a murder scene. Uh-oh. So this is what went down. On this Christmas Eve, 1991... Also, this is the most early 90s parenting ever. Truly. While sitting down for lunch, a call came out over the radio of shots fired, man down. This is when my dad and his fellow patrol officers on duty ran out of the restaurant to get to the scene.

Well, it turns out the delivery address was a few doors down from a murder scene. Uh-oh. So this is what went down. On this Christmas Eve, 1991... Also, this is the most early 90s parenting ever. Truly. While sitting down for lunch, a call came out over the radio of shots fired, man down. This is when my dad and his fellow patrol officers on duty ran out of the restaurant to get to the scene.

Once they arrived, they find out that two tweaked out people had been fighting out front of one of the houses on Crazy Street. At some point, person A went into his house and left person B outside in the yard. Person B was not done fighting. He was like...

Once they arrived, they find out that two tweaked out people had been fighting out front of one of the houses on Crazy Street. At some point, person A went into his house and left person B outside in the yard. Person B was not done fighting. He was like...

He said, I still got energy and found something to stand on to look through a front window of person A's house where he was met with a shotgun blast straight to the face. Oh, my God. Holy shit.

He said, I still got energy and found something to stand on to look through a front window of person A's house where he was met with a shotgun blast straight to the face. Oh, my God. Holy shit.

Fell straight back into the yard, missing most of his head and face, human debris all over the front yard. Why the upset phone call, you may ask? Well, the delivery driver did not follow instructions, walked right past the first patrol car, under the yellow tape, and right up to my dad. Oh, no.

Fell straight back into the yard, missing most of his head and face, human debris all over the front yard. Why the upset phone call, you may ask? Well, the delivery driver did not follow instructions, walked right past the first patrol car, under the yellow tape, and right up to my dad. Oh, no.

When my dad sees him, he asks in a very direct, forceful manner, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Get behind the tape now. Stupid delivery kid makes some joke about how word is this is a crime scene and that someone might get shot, might have got shot. And my dad responded by saying, yeah, that guy right there. And pointed to the dead dude a few feet away.

When my dad sees him, he asks in a very direct, forceful manner, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Get behind the tape now. Stupid delivery kid makes some joke about how word is this is a crime scene and that someone might get shot, might have got shot. And my dad responded by saying, yeah, that guy right there. And pointed to the dead dude a few feet away.

I mean, your dad is the most 90s cop I've ever heard.

I mean, your dad is the most 90s cop I've ever heard.

Get out of here. Who do you think you are? Whatever you see is your own fault at this point.

Get out of here. Who do you think you are? Whatever you see is your own fault at this point.