Our widowed neighbor is away on a church retreat. Mr. 1969, is the best neighbor on the block (unless you are the Wu Tang house) so, of course, he volunteered to take care/feed her pets while she is away.
This morning, as I sit here and work on my computer banging out a report, Mr. 1969 calls me from his office “Babe, can you go feed the pets next door? I forgot.” They have a cat and a guinea pig. I can’t remember if I shared this but the last time I went over to feed her cat earlier in the summer, the cat escaped and I had to wait 30 minutes to track down and touch an animal that causes me to sneeze profusely.
I grabbed her keys and took the boys with me and headed over there. She has an alarm system on the house and a small key fob for it that looks like a remote control for a car. One of the buttons looks like a man going through a door. I clicked on it and entered the house.
One minute later, I hear the alarm saying INTRUDER, FRONT DOOR MOTION DETECTED and then the ear shattering alarm kicks in. *sigh* The phone rings and I pick it up and calmly let them know that I am here to feed the pets. They, of course, can’t track the neighbor down. They managed to shut off the alarm but had to call the police out to verify my story.
Two handsome members of Philly’s Finest rolled up, verified my photo id, checked the house and then started laughing at me. I told them it was Mr. 1969′s fault. They agreed and wrote out a nice little “faux” citation for me to give him.
How has YOUR morning been?