About 1:30 this morning, my dogs started creating a commotion. Then my wife sarted calling me to wake up. There was a car out front shining a light on the house, and somebody was pounding on the front door, the one we never use except to move a couch in or out. Looked like a deputy's car.
I went out he back and alongside the house in the driveway to see what was up. I squelched a fleeting thought to grab my CZ75, as i was pretty sure it was the sheriff's office; I just had no idea what they wanted.
So a cute female deputy puts her flashlight on me as I approach. She says she noticed the dome light in my wife's car and asked me if anything was missing, as there had been some recent car break-ins. Everything looked ok, so I closed the tail gate, which was ajar, and thanked her for being so observant.
This morning at work, I had some time to kill before starting my route and my manager asked me to take a van to pick up a special-needs kid and take him to school. Sensing a time crunch, I ran out to the lot and jumped in the van. A couple of miles down the road, I realized that in the rush had skipped my pre-trip inspection, and also, that I actually had enough time to do it. I pulled onto the shoulder, put on my 4-ways, and went through my check list. As it happens, I was right in front of one of the two maximum security prisons in the area, which may or may not have been relevant.
As I was finishing up, I noticed red and blue lights in the mirror, and a deputy approaching my van. It was the same young lady that had been in my driveway six hours earlier. She asked if there was anything wrong, and I explained I was just doing some paperwork because I was running a little early.
"But weren't you just at my house a little while ago?"
"I thought you looked familiar," she replied.
"Are you sure you're not stalking me?" I gave her a big grin and she laughed.
She looked a little drawn in the dim morning light, and I figured she must be about at the end of her shift. It didn't occur to me to ask, but she pulled away ahead of me and a couple of miles up the road turned off toward the LE Center. I guess there are some folks who have worse hours than I do.
When I got home after my morning routes, my wife's car started up without a problem. If I'd had to jump it, that would have been more trouble than getting up in the middle of the night.
I went out he back and alongside the house in the driveway to see what was up. I squelched a fleeting thought to grab my CZ75, as i was pretty sure it was the sheriff's office; I just had no idea what they wanted.
So a cute female deputy puts her flashlight on me as I approach. She says she noticed the dome light in my wife's car and asked me if anything was missing, as there had been some recent car break-ins. Everything looked ok, so I closed the tail gate, which was ajar, and thanked her for being so observant.
This morning at work, I had some time to kill before starting my route and my manager asked me to take a van to pick up a special-needs kid and take him to school. Sensing a time crunch, I ran out to the lot and jumped in the van. A couple of miles down the road, I realized that in the rush had skipped my pre-trip inspection, and also, that I actually had enough time to do it. I pulled onto the shoulder, put on my 4-ways, and went through my check list. As it happens, I was right in front of one of the two maximum security prisons in the area, which may or may not have been relevant.
As I was finishing up, I noticed red and blue lights in the mirror, and a deputy approaching my van. It was the same young lady that had been in my driveway six hours earlier. She asked if there was anything wrong, and I explained I was just doing some paperwork because I was running a little early.
"But weren't you just at my house a little while ago?"
"I thought you looked familiar," she replied.
"Are you sure you're not stalking me?" I gave her a big grin and she laughed.
She looked a little drawn in the dim morning light, and I figured she must be about at the end of her shift. It didn't occur to me to ask, but she pulled away ahead of me and a couple of miles up the road turned off toward the LE Center. I guess there are some folks who have worse hours than I do.
When I got home after my morning routes, my wife's car started up without a problem. If I'd had to jump it, that would have been more trouble than getting up in the middle of the night.
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