It was unnerving to have the police activity on our street on Saturday. It was more unnerving to realize by Sunday that the suspect had actually run through our yard and left his latex burglar gloves by the gate and that he broke off a sprinkler riser as he fled.
It was curious when the officers we called said they didn’t need the gloves as evidence. But when we called our sarg friend, he “encouraged” them to go get the evidence. Someone was to come by last night at 5 p.m. to pick up the gloves, but they didn’t show.
At 3:30 a.m. the dog started howling and barking. There was a police car out front, and I thought something else must be going on in the neighborhood because they surely could not be coming for the gloves. Adrenalin……………
They were there for the GLOVES! At 3:30 in the morning!
As you might expect, I got hardly any sleep the rest of the night. Now I really do respect what officers do, potentially laying down their lives daily. But come on!
Because you work the night shift does not mean that I do. Good grief! What has happened to my life?