Aug. 5th, 2008
So, Here I am on a conference call and my doorbell rings. Ack - can't do both at once. But thankfully the call ended, and I go down stairs to the front porch. There's a police cruiser out there, parked on my street. The officer is looking for some 14 year old kid who has run away from home and they got a tip that said kid is hanging out at the house of someone with my initial and last name.
I can guarantee you, unless she's stuck in my closet somewhere, ain't no 14 year old here. Not even the cat!
But ... that's just kinda creepy.
The officer (Jason, his name was) called me back to tell me that they just ran the 411 on the initial and last name and mine came up, because of that car accident 2 years ago. Yeah, the one that gave me all the trouble with my shoulder. Go figure.
Strange though. I hope the kid is okay.
I can guarantee you, unless she's stuck in my closet somewhere, ain't no 14 year old here. Not even the cat!
But ... that's just kinda creepy.
The officer (Jason, his name was) called me back to tell me that they just ran the 411 on the initial and last name and mine came up, because of that car accident 2 years ago. Yeah, the one that gave me all the trouble with my shoulder. Go figure.
Strange though. I hope the kid is okay.