We were woken up by several very abrupt knocks on the front door at 2 am this morning. Luckily, I’m feeling under the weather and had called off a two-day trip. I say ‘lucky’ because if I had not called out, my alarm clock would have been going off in about an hour, and I’d have been pissed.
With Bella, the 60-pound pit mix, away on vacation this week, I thought I could ignore the knocks for a bit until they assumed we were gone. Had she been here, she would have let us know someone was there before the knocking.
After a few more forceful pounds on the door, I looked out the window to see who it was. A Maryland State Police car had the one-way road blocked outside our house with lights flashing.
Still, when answering the door, I let out a bellowing, “Who is it?”
“Maryland State Police! Open the door!”
Knowing my innocence, it was actually kind of fun. If only they were filming COPS.
I opened the door to be greeted with a flashlight in the eyes and a “We’re looking for @#$##@$#$@!” I’m not censoring. It was 2 am. My brain was not in store-information mode.
When I said I wasn’t him and I’ve been in the house for five years, they seemed pleased and started to turn.
“Do you want to see some ID or something?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” they said, walking back to the door. I guess it was 2 am for them as well.