|
|
So yesterday I was home from work with the tail end of a sinus infection (no, wait, today is the tail end...or maybe tomorrow...) and I was napping with Stewie curled up beside me when I wake to this horrible noise.
A helicopter. Flying extremely low. Right overtop of the complex where I live. Over and over again. I open the curtains. Police man in full garb. With a LARGE dog. Going up to everyone's door. Fuzz are all over the place, but mostly in the back of the complex.
Since I look like hell, I don't stick my head out to see what up, but I get the lowdown from the neighborhood ladies later, on my morning walk with Stewie. Seems the renters down in "600" have been arrested for stealing things off the patio of another townhouse owner. I'm glad I have a fence, and yes, I use my security system. Because Stewie? Not so much a scary dog. He's more likely to attack with his long drooly tongue. Death by licking.
It's kinda nice to know all the attention for a couple of patio chairs, though. Wonder how much that cost?
Posted in Randomness at 7:05 AM