Writerly snark

Once in a while I take a break from "forehead bleeding" (which means writing) and there are times when my social feeds pop up with writers who shout how many zillions of words they just wrote...or that they've finished their fortynintyeth book this week, and I'm all like:

Rob a Walgreen’s…call a cab!

So my first fare of the night was at a Walgreen's in the suburbs.  I call the contact number to give an ETA, but no response.  This in and of itself is no big deal..the fare might just be on the phone.  I roll on up to the store, and...three cops cars, flashers going, are…