Then the Cops Came

Ahh... Inspiration to write!

Today, a lady from Remax called and said that Mr. White would like to come and show the house between 3:30 and 5, meaning that we, the owners are not allowed to be home during that time. So, Brent and Dad found a movie they'd like to see and I decided to run my errands.

After driving around aimlessly for an hour and a half, I turned back home. It was only just then 5, so I drove by the front of the house first to make sure everyone was gone. The coast was clear! I parked in the garage, grabbed my load of stuff from the car, and came inside. I dropped all my stuff right by the backdoor, then went into the kitchen to thow my CC's cup away. Coming back to get my stuff, I noticed a cop peeking in the front door.

Well, I was suprised to say the least. He hadn't rung the doorbell or knocked, he was just looking around. Then he started backing away. I went and unlocked the front door. He said "Hi. Did an alarm go off here?" This was kind of akward. Here I am, the only one home, yet I have no idea if the alarm system went off or not. I explained to him that I had only gotten home maybe 40 seconds ago and I was the only one here. I also explained to him that between 3:30 and 5, real estate agents had been showing my house to prospective buyers. He told me "hang out right here" (meaning the entry way) and that he was going to go check around just to make sure things were ok.

And so, for maybe 5 minutes or so, I sat on the staircase, listening to him look through all of our rooms, showers, and closets, for prospective burglars/murders or whatnot. And since I had been driving home, I had been on the phone with Nick. As I was waiting Nick brought up the subject again of Home Alone, the movie and sequel we had just been discussing. He theorized that maybe the cop wasn't a cop at all, since I couldn't see his car, and maybe he was only a burglar dressed up like a cop, like in the movie, just casing the joint so that he could come back later and "rob us blind." Thank you, Nick.

After a while, the cop came back. He said he didn't find anything out of place. (How would he know where everything's place is, anyway?) Then he petted my cats for a while, and then left. In a cop car, might I add. Then I started wondering why the alarm was set in the first place. My dad and brother were the last to leave, and if they had set the alarm, they only would have done so if they were sure the realator knew the code. And if she knew the code, why did it go off?

After talking with Nick, I decided I had to call someone. My dad and brother, being at a movie, were not my first choice, but my mom, on a scrapbooking retreat in the middle of nowhere, Texas, with nothing to do but crop pictures all day, was a prime candidate. I called her cell phone, and miraculously, she had reception. I explained to her what just happened with the cop and the peering and the searching and the Home Alone, and all she did was laugh. Thank you, Mom.

Bottom line: Dude, a cop came and searched my house today!