Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Where Were YOU Last Night Around Midnight?

I guess I never really need to worry about running out of material for this blog, because my life always seems to provide something. Today my material comes from a call I placed to the Sheriff's office. Sometime overnight some absolute idiot thought it would be great fun to drive through our neighborhood and drive into every single stop sign and street sign, knocking them to the ground. We live in a pretty good sized neighborhood with at least 200 houses, so it's not like it only took this person 2 minutes to do all these misdeeds. And the direction the stop signs are knocked over at show that he (I'm just assuming here, although for all I know it was a woman who just couldn't take her 4 year old barking like a puppy for one more minute) had to turn around a few times to make sure he got everything. If you happened to live near a stop sign, your mailbox was taken down too. Perhaps your house was for sale? Then he drove into your yard and ran over the for sale sign. Clearly, this person was on something.

So anyway, being the socially responsible person I was raised to be, I called the non-emergency number for our Sheriff's department. After much confusion over who I should talk to, I got a lady on the line and told her that I wanted to report some knocked over stop signs in my neighborhood so they could be repaired right away. Over the next 10 minutes, she proceeded to ask me all sort of questions-about me. I'm not one to give a uniformed officer any attitude, so I dutifully told her everything she wanted to know-full name, address, DOB, sex, etc. Finally when she asked me what race I was, I asked her why she needed to know all this. She informed me they are required to get all of this information from every caller. Fine, whatever. I will comply.

Finally she got to the last question and asked what property of mine was damaged. My frustration level rising, I told her (again!) that none of MY property was damaged, I was just calling to make sure that the appropriate people were informed of the incident so everything could be repaired. I seemed to stun her with that news. "So you're not calling to report your property damaged?" she said. I replied once again that no, nothing of mine was damaged. "Then why did you call to file a police report?" she asked. I told her that I didn't want to file a police report (which it turns out is what I had been unknowingly doing the entire time), I just wanted to let someone know. She was quite incredulous that I would call in this information as I did not have property damaged. Finally, once she collected her wits, she informed me that several homeowners had already filed reports about their damaged property and that it was being taken care of. Why couldn't she have told me that when I first called?

It was a frustrating call, but I was happy to see when I pulled back into the neighborhood just 2 hours later that all the stop signs were already put back up (although most of them looked a little worse for the wear). The bad part is that unless someone sees someone driving in the neighborhood with a smashed in front bumper with paint all over it, the perpetrator will probably never be found. Luckily both the Army Man and I have alibis.

9 comments:

Martha said...

That is crazy!! Our neighborhood watch deputy told the homeowners to ask for the Watch Commander when we encounter an attitude when we call in a nonemergency.

Bee and Rose said...

The person driving around like a nutjob had probably talked to that lady...it drove them over the edge!

This Little Hen said...

Wow.. people are such idiots... whoever did this REALLY needs a life!

Older and Wiser said...

Once again the public spirited are punished. Don't let it change you though!

Christina said...

Don't you just hate that! I guess there is just no such thing as being a good citizen anymore. Probably because they get stuck on the phone with someone like this and decised it isn't worth the hassle anymore. /clap-clap. Good for you!

Michelle said...

Wow...that's interesting that she assumed that you wanted to file a Police Report. Bravo for doing the right thing and reporting the incident!

Three Dog Days said...

You should have declined to state your race anyway. Just because. Or said something like "Irish, Swiss, German and Native Alaskan."

I'm surprised no one heard the commotion as it was happening. Or did you and I misread the post?

Claire said...

No one heard anything, as far as I know. Although maybe some of the people who had their yards driven in heard something. On my walk today (no running since I'm still sick!) I saw many more smashed mailboxes, one belonging to a police officer's house. So I'm sure he reported it right away and I didn't need to worry about calling it in!

RandomWonders said...

I once called in after seeing a kid getting beat up in the middle of the night outside a tattoo shop...they took forever asking me questions about MYSELF til finally I shouted out the address one more time and hung up... :-/