Fake Porsches. Nobody says a word.

I'm sitting in my house, watching my dog play outside in the backyard when I hear a car turn into the street. It's a nice black Porsche, with an open sunroof and a blonde-haired woman. She goes by. Weird, Porsches aren't common out here.<br><br>But Porsches keep on coming. Every day. Some days I hear more than others. I think to myself, "I wonder how many other people notice these Porsches." I see a few other people in the neighborhood watching them, just like I am.<br><br>One day, I talk to a neighbor about how I see more of them than I used to. Their reaction is the same as always - just shrug and look on. Weird.<br><br>Later in the day, as I'm doing yardwork, I hear another Porsche pull up. It goes by. I'm the only one on the sidewalk at that moment, and I look on as it passes. Then I see a deputy go by. I think to myself, "Maybe that deputy is going to be looking into the Porsches." Nope. Nobody says a word.<br><br>It goes like this for a long time. I'm sitting on my porch eating my breakfast, and I watch them turn into the street. The deputy goes by. Nobody says a word. I'm in the garage and I hear one pull up. I go out to see them turn. Nobody says a word.<br><br>Fake Porsches. Nobody says a word.