I am there enjoying my Weight Watchers ice cream treat at 9pm last night when the phone rings. Mel passes it over and it is an alarm company. They informed me I am on the list to call if they can't reach my parents. Seems a motion sensor up on the 3rd floor went off. And do I want to send the cops?
Cops are free, so I say sure. Change out of my jammies, grab a flash light and head over. As I get there the cop leaves and doesn't stop as I try to wave to him to see what is up. Ok, so I am in the driveway, it is pitch black out, no lights are on and the only guy with a gun (besides the arsenal in the house) just left.
So I call my Dad and ask what do you want me to do. He says go in. I say why? He says he wants to know if something is stolen. I add that if it is, me going in there isn't going to help the situation. Sidenote: their house is big and noisy and extremely dark. At this point, I am convinced some ninjas are in there who will not be blinded by my flashlight.
I ask my Dad what is important enough for me to go in there and check. He says a telescope. I feel good at this point knowing where I stand on his priority list. Right below a telescope.
I end up going into the basement to turn off the alarm. I don't go in the house. My thinking, if it was a break in, me going in doesn't add any value and at worst, I become a hostage (surely they've heard of me) and it gets ugly. turns out I am a lover, not a fighter.
I, of course, check the perimeter and saw no forcible entry. I really wasn't worried about going in, just couldn't make the case of why to . Call me a wuss if you like.
I went over this morning and all is well. Dad blames a $3 motion sensor he got off Ebay. Nice.
Cops are free, so I say sure. Change out of my jammies, grab a flash light and head over. As I get there the cop leaves and doesn't stop as I try to wave to him to see what is up. Ok, so I am in the driveway, it is pitch black out, no lights are on and the only guy with a gun (besides the arsenal in the house) just left.
So I call my Dad and ask what do you want me to do. He says go in. I say why? He says he wants to know if something is stolen. I add that if it is, me going in there isn't going to help the situation. Sidenote: their house is big and noisy and extremely dark. At this point, I am convinced some ninjas are in there who will not be blinded by my flashlight.
I ask my Dad what is important enough for me to go in there and check. He says a telescope. I feel good at this point knowing where I stand on his priority list. Right below a telescope.
I end up going into the basement to turn off the alarm. I don't go in the house. My thinking, if it was a break in, me going in doesn't add any value and at worst, I become a hostage (surely they've heard of me) and it gets ugly. turns out I am a lover, not a fighter.
I, of course, check the perimeter and saw no forcible entry. I really wasn't worried about going in, just couldn't make the case of why to . Call me a wuss if you like.
I went over this morning and all is well. Dad blames a $3 motion sensor he got off Ebay. Nice.
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