The Police…

 

Suggested that this story be included in our Blog.

I really don’t want it included because it’s unpleasant to say the least, but in the interest of telling you that you’re not alone should this happen to you:

The other morning, at 2 a.m. to be precise, the outside lights came on, on the side of my house. Thinking it was the usual raccoon, I looked out the bathroom window and saw someone, a man, standing between my side door and my car. Just standing there until he wasn’t and was trying to open the car doors.  I flew down the stairs with my mobile in hand and called the police.

I looked out the side door and saw that this person had opened the storm door as well in an attempt to enter my house.

I was angry and, not seeing anyone at the moment, I yelled out, “You better leave, the police are on the way.”

This was a stupid thing to do and the police dispatcher called out, “Don’t engage this person.”

Anyway, the local police, who are very impressive, at least to me, pulled up in front of the house pretty quickly.  We talked briefly; and after giving them a description, they caught the culprit a block away.

Yes, I said I want to press charges.  What does that even mean?  I don’t know, but probably a lot scarier stuff.