July 16, 2007
Tales From a Guilty Conscience
Tales From a Guilty Conscience
I was out weeding and mulching one of the flower beds at our new house the other day, when I heard a voice say, "Excuse me ma'am. Can I ask you a question?"
I looked up and a policeman on a motorcycle was sitting on the end of my driveway. I'm pretty sure I don't have anything to hide, but I still flinched.
"What's that orange flower behind you?" he asked.
"Oh, um, ah...it's a sunflower."
"Does it have seeds?"
"Yes."
"Are they good to eat?"
"I don't know."
"Okay. Well, thank you, ma'am."
And with that he was off on patrol once more.
Strange.
Perhaps that was his subtle way of finding out if you were the real homeowner.
Though I doubt a squatter would be weeding in July.
Posted by: Meredith at July 16, 2007 07:55 AMOr maybe he was looking for your husband who is out of jail, and must be on probation. LOL
Posted by: beth at July 16, 2007 11:26 AMJust like Beth said -- now that he knows Justin is the type that always in and out of jail, he has to keep a closer eye on the house.
Posted by: Frazier at July 16, 2007 12:44 PMWell it's a good thing he didn't see all the poppies!
Posted by: Nasty, Brutish and Short at July 19, 2007 02:34 PM
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