A college instructor once told my class that being five minutes early was right on time.
He neglected to mention that sometimes five minutes early can turn into hours of boredom.
You'd think that the summoning of dive rescue or SWAT teams automatically equals excitement, but anyone who has been drawn like a moth to those flashing reds and blues knows that standing beyond the yellow tape isn't always that exciting.
Obviously, I'm not whining that it's unfair to have to wait for something to happen. "Hurry up and wait" is just an aspect of the business one that also happens to make it that much harder to quit smoking.
Back in June, the SWAT team was called out to a Richland home in search of a suspect involved in an unlawful imprisonment. Luckily, I wasn't there for the duration of the exhaustive search, which turned up nothing, but the light did line up for what I think is a fun outtake.
After it was over, I showed up late to a shoot about a local bridge club. When the reason for my tardiness came up, someone joked about the change in excitement from shooting a SWAT search versus a bridge club.
"Actually," I said honestly, "this has been much more fun."