I had a great night, how about you?
It is very unsettling to come home and find your front door kicked in. There is a flash of terror -- an instant movie flashback of the robber being a cracked out psychopath still inside the house. I instantly weighed the value of my goods vs someone inside that would attack me like a scared dog.
The police were not that fast in arriving. I went in with a Megaphone in hand. Years on the playa have taught me just how anoying and painful they can be. I was ready for CSI to have hair and blood samples to remove from the edges of the megaphone.
I have spent the past week completely cleaning and re-arranging my apartment. The cleaners were here for the first time yesterday. I knew where every item was and how it was arranged. The speakers were set just so, the business cards aligned to the edge, the broom and mop were still out in the kitchen, the fresh smell of cleaning supplies lingered in the air. Everything was still in its place.
Well, maybe not everything. My laptop, briefcase, iPod and some other items were snatched from my desk. I thankfully had my camera equipment with me. A smaller digital camera was sitting on the desk and remained, a lonely reminder that there was once many more electronics.
CSI -- the real one, without the soundtrack, slow motion, or investigators that climb on their knees and conjecture about motives or reinactments -- came today to collect finger prints. There are some. Hopefully not mine. There was another burgalry yesterday just a couple of blocks away. Perhaps we will be lucky.
The police were not that fast in arriving. I went in with a Megaphone in hand. Years on the playa have taught me just how anoying and painful they can be. I was ready for CSI to have hair and blood samples to remove from the edges of the megaphone.
I have spent the past week completely cleaning and re-arranging my apartment. The cleaners were here for the first time yesterday. I knew where every item was and how it was arranged. The speakers were set just so, the business cards aligned to the edge, the broom and mop were still out in the kitchen, the fresh smell of cleaning supplies lingered in the air. Everything was still in its place.
Well, maybe not everything. My laptop, briefcase, iPod and some other items were snatched from my desk. I thankfully had my camera equipment with me. A smaller digital camera was sitting on the desk and remained, a lonely reminder that there was once many more electronics.
CSI -- the real one, without the soundtrack, slow motion, or investigators that climb on their knees and conjecture about motives or reinactments -- came today to collect finger prints. There are some. Hopefully not mine. There was another burgalry yesterday just a couple of blocks away. Perhaps we will be lucky.
1 Comments:
A very sophisticated criminal, I can see! Hopefully CSI Las Vegas showed up, and not NY or Miami, though!
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