Summer of about 2 years ago: I had just gotten back from a night out with my friends, and when I walked in the door, my dad asked me to go pick up my brother from the train station. It was about 11 PM at the time. Being that I am the best daughter ever, I did my dad a solid and went to pick up Michael. When we got back home my dad called me to make sure that we closed the garage door behind us.
The next morning at 6:30 AM (about 3 hours prior to when I would have preferred to be woken up) I was getting an ear full of panic because that’s what my dad does. All of our cars had been broken into. Mine was the only one that was locked, so the jerk decided to smash my window in. Of course, my wallet was in my car, and inside my wallet was all the money I had made that week from babysitting. Well, not anymore at least. Damnit, damnit, damnit was all I could think. Why did I leave my wallet in the car? More importantly, who the hell walked up our driveway and had the balls to do this? Our house is in a cul-de-sac, secluded by a bunch of trees. Like wtf. Why our house?
Next thing I know, some local police officers are in our basement with my dad, watching tapes from the video cameras we have surrounding our house. Also, I would just like to add, the cops were a bit rude to me in asking me why I was not paying attention to my surroundings, and talking on the phone (with my dad who was telling me to close the garage!!). Anyway, this was probably the creepiest robbery I have ever heard of. We rolled through the whole night of tape starting at about midnight, and saw not one thing. No movement, no people, nothing. When we restarted the footage, we started it from 10:30 PM instead of midnight. What we came to find was that this creeper came out of hiding, I kid you not, 5 minutes after my brother and I walked into the house. 5 MINUTES. He was kneeling behind a bush on the side of our driveway…which means he was there when we pulled in. Imagine if one of us had gone back out to the car. Imagine if I had gone back to get my wallet. Who knows what he would have done. I texted everyone I knew immediately in a rage, but there was nothing we could do for the time being. Thank goodness for insurance companies!!
Turns out, we were the only house in our town that he decided to go to for God knows what reason. It took them a few months to find him, and when they did we found out that he had gone to jail in the past for similar crimes. We also came to know that he usually robbed houses, not cars. I don’t know what to make of the whole story, but it seems to me that had my brother and I not pulled in, he was going to be trying to make his way inside the house.
The featured image on this blog is a picture of my poor, shattered window. Poor Karin… that’s my car’s names, Karin. She is a white Honda CR-V. Great car, highly recommend.
Moral of the story, don’t leave your wallet behind, and get a better guard dog than we have because how did Shelby (our dog) not hear the window shatter? Aren’t dogs supposed to have better hearing than humans? Lol