Saturday, September 29, 2007

A bad CSI Episode.

Why are police officers so darn cute?... anyway....After going to sleep at around 1:00pm Friday night, I woke up at the sound of my doorbell. It was pitch black out and hardly 5:30 in the morning. All I could think about was getting to the door before who ever it was rang the doorbell again and woke up the kids. There standing before me, quite uncomfortably, was my next door neighbor trying to inform me in my sleepy state of consciousness that the rear window of my car had been smashed in. So much for street parking!

I parked my car in the driveway for the rest of the night and went back to sleep. The next morning I called in to report the vandalism, knowing I would need to make a report for my insurance to follow up on. When the police arrive, I am in the middle of trying to clean up all the shards of glass and such....(the such being all the rest of the crap floating around my car ) The two officers are discussing possible scenarios as to how the window got broken, as up to this point I hadn't found the weapon of choice. They started looking inside the car and started tracing the trajectory of the surmised rock by following the path of the ripped upholstery...and their best guess put the rock in the passenger side.

Sure enough, after moving several layers of school papers and such (I've already addressed the "such") there, was said piece of granite. The officers were so pleased with themselves. That's when it got a little rediculous...It was obviously a simple case of vandalism...well obvious to me anyway. They ask me if anyone might have a grudge against me. "Maybe a neighbor?" I said no I get along with all my neighbors and that it was through the kindness of a neighbor that I discovered the whole incident in the first place. What is it about the justice system always trying to blame the victim...Wah wah wah, but really...They just can't leave it be. "Are you sure?" they ask me. "A disgruntled boyfriend perhaps?" Now I am thinking about all these sarcastic comments....they are just running through my head like..."Oh yes I think this must have been a sign from the spirit of my dead husband pissed as hell over my spending too much money fixing up my bathroom." I thought that might sound a little flipant so I just gravely nodded and said "Well if there is someone who did this to send me a message they should have wrapped the rock with note because the gesture was lost on me."