I’m really a detective. I bet yall didn’t know that. Mmm..hmm, I sure am, or at least that’s what my conspiracy theory mind tells me.
I hear some things go bump in the night around 5:51am EST. I get up, look around, get back in the bed. A little after 8am, my mom, on her way to work, alerts me to a strange car parked outside her house.
I, having recently been involved with someone who has obsessive stalker-like qualities, become immediately concerned. I take her mere curiosity to a whole nother level. So, what do I do? I call the police. That’s right–your friendly, neighborhood po-po, who for some reason delayed their coming because of a discrepancy over which jurisdiction my house is in. *sigh* Glad I wasn’t getting chopped upside the neck.
Anyhoo, Officer Friendly comes, looks, and leaves without a word. My Spidey Senses aren’t satisfied with that, so I get dressed and go out to take a look myself. You know, just like the girl in the movies who is always stereotypically white and blond. Yep, I imitate that one, only to find that the seats are laid back like dudes were sitting in the front. A small pair of jeans are on the back seat. There is not front tag, and the back tag is temporary, expiring on April 14.
I’ve figured it out!! My street is well off the beaten path, and some person is hiding a car out on my street. Yep, Detective A has solved one again. Now, if only I could run the VIN number and determine to whom it was sold, I could get this criminal contraband from in front of my door.
Why couldn’t the officer have done that? Well, maybe he did, but he didn’t ring my door and run it by me. 
At least I’m not being stalked. Obsessive dude doesn’t even know I’m in town to my knowledge, but if I make the news for cracking this case, everyone will know. 
Say cheese!!! I’ll smile pretty for the camera! 
P.S. I was a little paranoid that dude was stalking me. I have no idea how he’ll react if he finds out I’m in town, but parking outside my door is really his steeze.
um…i’m not really sure how to interpret. it could be just one of those things? it’s good that you called the police if you were really concerned. but you may not have too much to worry about, so try not to be nervous.
:) Thank ya ma’am! I had to turn around and come back home before I left my neighborhood. By the time I got back to my street, a minute later, that car was in our driveway turning around. The person waited until both my mom and I left to come out and leave. I got a quick glimpse of the person, and the head shape and hair cut looked a lot like dude. I couldn’t say for sure though. Once I got in the house, I sent him a text: “Where are you?” His response: “Right here waiting for you.” My response: “huh?” His: “Oops” Mine: “Right here waiting for you.” No response from me. Him: “What do you need little mama.” Me: “Nothing. I’ve got it covered now.” He believes in “not lying,” so it’s possible that it was him.
If it wasn’t, it could be soon. I saw his brother-in-law today. I’ll take your advice and chill out. I wish I’d known sooner that he was on medication that he hasn’t been taking. Although he tells me that “love” makes people do crazy things (that I classify as obsessive), I’ve got to get my paranoia in check. Thanks, chica. But this blog is my witness….
Comment by dflysoul — March 23, 2009 @ 1:31 p