Wednesday, February 22, 2012
You Bought A What??!
Ok, so we got home safely from Oklahoma after a nice visit with my parents and seeing my father "paroled" from the nursing home and being safely and ecstatically ensconced back at his real home. So, back at our home I asked my oldest how it had gone. He said, "I bought a rifle.". "Why would you do that?" I asked him. "Well," he said, "it's because of what happened Thursday night.". Hmmmmm. "What happened Thursday night?", I questioned him - kind of nervous to hear what he would say. This is what he told me. Thursday night my son and his wife were sound asleep when they were awakened by someone pounding on our front door (it was past midnight). He went upstairs to see what was going on. Izzy was barking like mad. And some guy was indeed pounding on our front door yelling "let me in. This is my house.". Well, duh, it WASN'T his house. He was drunk (sounds like a Marine we crossed paths with many years ago), my son opened the door a crack and told him this wasn't his house. Well, the drunk was sure it WAS his house so felt it was okay to kick the door open. Which he did. And he walked in. My son couldnt get him out, so he called 911. In the meantime, the drunk walked to our kitchen and proceeded to check out the contents of our fridge. Guess we didn't have what he was craving :) The cops came, convinced the guy that this wasn't his house and watched him go on his merry way. More than anything, I think I was more ticked at the cop who didn't even ask the guy for his id, and then watched him for a minute while he walked down the street. He obviously was way drunk, was at least 12 blocks from his home - what would keep this guy from walking up to some other home and kick his way in, thinking it was his? He seemed harmless. But still - what if he wasn't? Anyway, that's what made my son think he needed a rifle :)