I wish we were friends. And this actually just happened. So I was driving down, oh, I don't even know where I was, the airport highway maybe? And there's a section at the airport where it's kind of residential, because if you're from Toledo, you know it's like a busy road that kind of goes through neighborhoods and then turns back into like a busy road again. And I was in the neighborhood part and I saw like four squad cars. It was like four of them. And there was a red light. And I was like, oh, hell yeah. Cannot wait to go see what's going on over here because I have a severe case of what is called, I believe, rubber neck syndrome, where if there are flashing lights, I'm going to try to find out what's going on. And this was so upsetting, right, because it kind of seems like all the drama was over. There's a whole bunch of cops in the front yard, and there was, like, one lady crying, and I created an entire backstory for her, but a lot of people were just standing around and filling out paperwork, and I was like, oh, boo, but then I saw the people that I were like, my people, and those were the ones sitting across the street in the lawn chairs that you take to your kids' soccer games with snacks and drinks, watching the entire event play out in the neighbor's front yard. and they were all just very blatantly sitting discussing taking photos and i went yes i love you petty bitches but i just i found people that i was like you i talk about all the time being a nosy person i have a hard time actually being nosy there's something inside of me and i guess my dad maybe raised me in a way where it was like, we don't stare at other people. It's not our business. Move on. But inherently inside of me is I have to know what's going on. And these people just didn't care anymore. They wanted to know. Front row. Right?