that’s not the FedEx guy

the doorbell rang this morning at 11:30.  that’s the fedEx guy’s time, so i grab a pair of jeans and head down the steps.  if i had hair, i’d look as bad as i did the morning the jehova’s witnesses decided they’d leave my soul to the devil rather than talk to me on my porch.

it wasn’t the fedEx guy.  it was a single policeman.  stocky fellow, musta been a weightlifter in his day.  my very first thought was . . . “this could be ANYTHING”. 

ok, checklist:

> delayed noise complaint?  makes no sense

> where’s my kid?  is he in the back of the cruiser? 

and then i actually look behind the cop for my kid. 

no kids anywhere on scene.  cool. 

turns out the neighbor’s alarm went off, and he wanted to know if i had her cell number so he could wrap up the call.   ”the house is secure” he says.  hehe.  read: “this was a waste of time, but i’m taking lunch while i’m out this way”.

May 20, 2010   Posted in: Uncategorized

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