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Edited on Sun Oct-16-05 06:23 PM by Whoa_Nelly
I live where a 6+ ft. block wall separates me from the main street through my section of this rural town I live in...it's basically a very quiet street, the cop shop is just down the way two blocks from me. I was enjoying Hypno Toad's thread link re: Mick Jagger photoshopped, when I heard a loud *POP* and glass shattering from the window in the room where my computer is located. Since the curtains were closed, at first I thought someone with a gun had shot out my window....I ran the other way in the house. Then, when I didn't see any glass on the inside of the room, I peeked outside and saw that the outer pane of the dual paned window had a huge hole in it and there was glass in between the panes and on my patio. Then, I noticed two large very hard pinecones...the type that come off the trees on the other side of the block wall (Street side).
So, I called police, filed a malicious mischief report, and they just left. Funny though...and maybe really not all that surprising...they noticed my big table set up with all my family passive income paperwork set up on it, (am working on on playing catchup for keeping files straight), and was asked...."So, you work at home...looks like a lot of papers"...and they wanted my driver's license/photo ID number for the report, and asked a few other questions about me. Actually, it was the uniform that did the paper part and the question-asking. The other guy was in "casual" dress and made sure he took time to look around as I led them through the house initially and afterward after I followed them back to the front door when they left.
Am sure it was just kids who were up to doing something stupid, and my window was hit, and they ran. I think I'm more bothered by the cops asking questions about me, my personal things in house and the "looking over" of my home as if I could possibly be a problem suspect for something like TERRORISM! :rofl:
Anyway...just sharing what happened. Now, will have to deal with the real estate manager (I rent), and getting the window repaired ASAP before I go on road trip in next few weeks...and damn, but the real estate manager I deal with can be really slow, mostly because the owner of the property hates to spend money when it's his responsibility to take care of certain things. And I think having this window repaired is a ball in his court, not mine.
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