After work, I went to the grocery store to get the stuff for my chili. When I went to pull into MY carport, there was a car parked there. This is not something that I appreciate in the least bit. Especially not on a Friday when I am ready for a beer. FTR, I have never come home to have somebody parked there. It is a carport attached to my garage. I thought it might be one of the neighbor's guests but it still pissed me off. I look up and some kid is going up the stairway that I share with my neightbor that leads to our front doors. Then two teenage boys come down the stairs. At first I was going to be a bitch about this (in hindsight, I wish I would have) and I wasn't going to move my car which was preventing them from moving. I was going to bring in my garbage can and take my time. Then one of the boys in a soft voice asked me nicely if I could move because he had to go. I said yes but not before I told him that this is not a public parking lot and that if he parked there again I would have him towed. I then moved my car, let him go and I parked in my spot.
I gathered up my groceries and headed up the stairs to my front door. I walk in, go to the countertop and put down my groceries. Then it dawned on me. *head tilt* Why did he back into my spot instead of just pull straight in? Odd. And why was he visiting my neighbors in the middle of the day but not parking in their driveway? Something in my gut suddenly doesn't feel right. (No, it's not gas) Before I had a chance to put my groceries away, my body just sort of starting walking to my front door. Almost as if my gut was leading it there. I walked outside and next door to my neighbors house. The front door is wide open so I continue to walk over there to see if the neighbors are home. I rang the door bell, knocked, rang the bell again and then called into to my neighbors. Silence. I repeat the routine. Silence. Hmmm, well, I'll just close their front door for them and let them know when they get home that they left their door open or unlocked or something. As I grab the doornob I notice that the deadbolt is sort of hanging and as I swing the door closer to the doorjam I see that there is no doorjam left.
FUCK!!!! OH FUCK!!! Those little fuckers weren't friends, they were dirty rotten little gangster fucks who just broke into my neighbor's house. Those fucking little fucking bastards. Fuck. *runs entire scenario through my head again so that I can identify them and their car when I call the cops*...Shit. I didn't get the plate. It didn't even occur to me to get the plate because I thought they were just rude kids visiting the neighbors. Okay...two males...one about 5"11, thin build, black male, about 18 yrs old, wearing a black doorag and a white jacket, voice sort of sounded like Michael Jackson...2nd male, shorter, around 5'6", dark skin but unable to tell what race. He was the lookout guy.
I called the police and called Michelle. Then both of us starting making calls trying to track down the owner of that unit so that he could get in touch with his tenants. We don't have the neighbor's phone number. I decided that I better wait outside for the police because I didn't want to leave the neighbors door just wide open for anybody else to come in. A half an hour went by and still no police. So I called them back and they said units were on the way. Then I called my Dad to see if this was normal. To wait over a half hour for a burglary. I told him that I didn't know if someone is in the house in need of medical attention but I wasn't going in. My Dad said to call the city manager of my city and mention who my Dad was and who I was and see if he would do something to get the cops out there. I called the city manager's office and right as I was about to wind up the call, the cops showed up so we hung up.
In the meantime, my neighbor was contacted by the landord and now she was home. As it turns out, these little fuckers rummaged through their entire upstairs and made a total mess of the place. I guess they were trying to steal the karaoke machine and that is when I pulled up so they just dropped near the front door.
Fuck...why didn't I get the license plate number. I'm really pissed at myself for that. Really pissed. And surprised because I'm usually right on that kind of shit. Michelle said she was shocked that I didn't get it because it is like me to remember those kinds of things when something is off. My Mom said that today I sorta sucked at private investigating and that's pretty bad since I went to school for that. *snort* We decided that I sucked at PI work today and she sucks at picking house paint.
Anyhow...Nothing that she could tell was missing from the house. All of the jewelry, although thrown about, was still there. All of the CDs and movies and whatever was all still there. They figured that they were just punks looking for money and booze for a fun Friday night. Michelle has finally agreed, after 9 years in this house, to look into a security system. Finally. *rolls eyes*.
We'll have to come to a compromise though. Because to her, security is an alarm system and to me, security is a Winchester.
*sips vodka drink*
So how was your Friday afternoon?
