Yes, that is right. I used tax dollars to dial 911. Twice. Got a few officers of the law down here and everything.
See, here's how it went:
2 am. I am doing my essay like a good little student when I get out of my seat to empty my bladder. When I get back I look out the window in the kitchen (the room where I am working also has a huge window, but my light was on and everyone could see me) and I saw this figure. Sure, it's strange to take walks at 2 in the morning, but hell, I do it sometimes. But it's even stranger to take walks at 2 am wearing all black. Taking pictures of other people's houses. Tampering with people's Christmas decorations. And looking into their windows and going into dark corners of people's yards.
In fact, it's so strange, I watched the guy, perplexed for about five minutes. Then I tried to call the cops. I didn't really want to call 911 for some odd reason, so I pulled the list of phone numbers down from the fridge and tried to dial the local police station. I dialed the wrong name on the list. Heh.
After dialing the Police station, I got an answering machine telling me that office hours are 6 am- 8pm. SO I hung up and called the good ol 9-1-1. After describing the man and his whereabouts, it took about two minutes until the cops showed up but in this case, the man was nowhere to be seen. I had lost him in a dark and crappy part of the neighborhood.
After being a nosy little busy body and watching the cops patrol the area, someone knocked on my door. At this point I was thinking, "Aw ****, lay low" but after listening for a few moments, I realized there was a cackle of static. This must have been another cop.
So I answered the door...and it was a cop. I talked to him and pointed out where the man must have gone and what I had seen, and after I went back inside and after the cops were patrolling for another 5 or 6 minutes they were gone, empty handed.
And lo and behold, ta da! The prowler appears again. He's walking fairly fast this time, and I ain't gonna waste anymore time and bull**** around with the phone. I knew it was time to use the redial.
Yes, I had gotten the same operator. "Hey, it's me. He's back."
After a flurry of questions and answers and waiting on the line, what was known was: the guy was in a white van. Across the street from me.
So when the cops came back, the guy was quiet. The van did not move at all. But the cop was going to the wrong house! I told the dispatcher it was the wrong van and ten seconds later, the cop turned around. The man in the van tried to get away so he turned the key and hit the gas. There was already a blockade on the other side of the street with a horizontal cop car. And behind the van from the opposite side of the street came screaming the police suv. They caught him.
After all the watching and quieting my dog down and stress passed, I came to realize: this little incident was nothing. When I made the call and talked to the cops, I was even shaking a bit. Was I afraid to be the only one awake with this guy on the whole street? Yeah, I was.
Now I am no longer one of those gong fu romantics, where I will take any fight as well as the law into my own hands. But my inability to stay completely calm was nerveracking. When I asked myself if I should finish my essay or not or leave the lights I had originally left on when the prowler was walking around worried me.
I was worried that the bad part of the neighborhood knew the man and would find me still working or still awake and try to seek revenge or something. Or, if the man would be let off or out early and come back to the house where he was aprehended.
So actually, the only thing I romantasize about is trying to keep a level head and calm mind at all times.
All these things worried me until I was able to shut my little bitch ass up and ration it all out.
My conclusion was finally:
If he comes back, he will come back. If the neighbors will come at me, let them come. I will deal with these fetters as they come. I'll roll with the punches.
But after winessing myself today, will I be able to control myself and take the best road possible? Will I fail? Will I succeed?
I guess I'll just roll with the punches. We'll see.
Heh, funny thing, I just noticed that my beads were on the wrong hands! I have orange beads that I wear on my left and brown beads I wear on my right. The order was reversed as I just noticed. Heh.
Bottom line:
I spent some of your guy's tax dollars. Please forgive me.
And it's 3:30 now....time for the essay.
See, here's how it went:
2 am. I am doing my essay like a good little student when I get out of my seat to empty my bladder. When I get back I look out the window in the kitchen (the room where I am working also has a huge window, but my light was on and everyone could see me) and I saw this figure. Sure, it's strange to take walks at 2 in the morning, but hell, I do it sometimes. But it's even stranger to take walks at 2 am wearing all black. Taking pictures of other people's houses. Tampering with people's Christmas decorations. And looking into their windows and going into dark corners of people's yards.
In fact, it's so strange, I watched the guy, perplexed for about five minutes. Then I tried to call the cops. I didn't really want to call 911 for some odd reason, so I pulled the list of phone numbers down from the fridge and tried to dial the local police station. I dialed the wrong name on the list. Heh.
After dialing the Police station, I got an answering machine telling me that office hours are 6 am- 8pm. SO I hung up and called the good ol 9-1-1. After describing the man and his whereabouts, it took about two minutes until the cops showed up but in this case, the man was nowhere to be seen. I had lost him in a dark and crappy part of the neighborhood.
After being a nosy little busy body and watching the cops patrol the area, someone knocked on my door. At this point I was thinking, "Aw ****, lay low" but after listening for a few moments, I realized there was a cackle of static. This must have been another cop.
So I answered the door...and it was a cop. I talked to him and pointed out where the man must have gone and what I had seen, and after I went back inside and after the cops were patrolling for another 5 or 6 minutes they were gone, empty handed.
And lo and behold, ta da! The prowler appears again. He's walking fairly fast this time, and I ain't gonna waste anymore time and bull**** around with the phone. I knew it was time to use the redial.
Yes, I had gotten the same operator. "Hey, it's me. He's back."
After a flurry of questions and answers and waiting on the line, what was known was: the guy was in a white van. Across the street from me.
So when the cops came back, the guy was quiet. The van did not move at all. But the cop was going to the wrong house! I told the dispatcher it was the wrong van and ten seconds later, the cop turned around. The man in the van tried to get away so he turned the key and hit the gas. There was already a blockade on the other side of the street with a horizontal cop car. And behind the van from the opposite side of the street came screaming the police suv. They caught him.
After all the watching and quieting my dog down and stress passed, I came to realize: this little incident was nothing. When I made the call and talked to the cops, I was even shaking a bit. Was I afraid to be the only one awake with this guy on the whole street? Yeah, I was.
Now I am no longer one of those gong fu romantics, where I will take any fight as well as the law into my own hands. But my inability to stay completely calm was nerveracking. When I asked myself if I should finish my essay or not or leave the lights I had originally left on when the prowler was walking around worried me.
I was worried that the bad part of the neighborhood knew the man and would find me still working or still awake and try to seek revenge or something. Or, if the man would be let off or out early and come back to the house where he was aprehended.
So actually, the only thing I romantasize about is trying to keep a level head and calm mind at all times.
All these things worried me until I was able to shut my little bitch ass up and ration it all out.
My conclusion was finally:
If he comes back, he will come back. If the neighbors will come at me, let them come. I will deal with these fetters as they come. I'll roll with the punches.
But after winessing myself today, will I be able to control myself and take the best road possible? Will I fail? Will I succeed?
I guess I'll just roll with the punches. We'll see.
Heh, funny thing, I just noticed that my beads were on the wrong hands! I have orange beads that I wear on my left and brown beads I wear on my right. The order was reversed as I just noticed. Heh.
Bottom line:
I spent some of your guy's tax dollars. Please forgive me.
And it's 3:30 now....time for the essay.
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