Saturday morning my family and I decided to go for bagels only we ended up at the donut shop–not sure how that happened. Anyway, we did go for a walk after we shoved cinnamon rolls and maple bars down our throats, which means we netted zero calories. As we were taking our little walk trying to bring down our sugar high, we happened upon the worst street name I had ever seen. I’ve heard some humorous street names before like Constipation Ridge and Psycho Path, and our last home in Spain was on a street named after comic book characters, but I’d choose Psycho Path over this street –at least Psycho Path fits me a bit.
The neighborhood was a typical middle class neighborhood (if one of those exists in Northern California) and as far as we could tell the neighborhood was safe, but what were they thinking when they named a street Gunshot Court? Wouldn’t you hesitate a bit before buying a house on that street? Maybe the city planner was a big Gunsmoke fan and they misspelled the sign?
Can’t you just hear the phone call from 665 Gunshot Court:
911 operator: Yes, can I help you?
House owner: People are fighting next door and I just heard gunfire.
911 operator: Is anyone hurt?
House owner: Don’t know–please send an officer
911 operator: What’s your location, sir?
House owner: I’m at 665 Gunshot Court–the neighbor is at 663
911 operator: Are you for real?
House owner: Yes, it’s a street
911 operator: Okay, yeah, there’s an officer leaving Blood Alley she’ll be there ASAP–and sir, you might want to consider moving to Serenity Lane