I had my diabetic check up today. Had blood drawn. Got back a tad early and thought since I aleady had the rest of the day off I’d get some of my homework done. (I am in a degree program now… more on that another time).
Anyway, got home, walked in my front door… felt like the door was unlocked, but then again, I thought maybe I am just imagining it. No big deal.
Walked in – had my sunglasses on, plus it’s dark in here with all the blinds closed, even in the day time. Heard a startled intake of breath and something drop to the floor. It sounded like plastic hitting the kitchen floor.
Took my sunglasses off and looked up in time to see a man half way in my kitchen, half way in my “hall” turning toward me…
I turned my self right around and RAN to my car, jumped in, locked the door, started it in case I’d need to drive off. My carport is away from my door… called 911… Brea PD was here SO FAST! Called Nick to let him know. And to keep myself grounded, I plurked and twittered it to just keep the time moving.
2 more squad cars arrived after about 5 min of the first officer being in the apartment. The officers had their automatic weapons drawn and the turned the corner to approach my apartment.
A few more minutes went by, then the first arriving officer came and got me. He took me inside to have me show him what I saw, etc. He took the info, etc.
They figure the guy just ran after I ran away and left my front door open when I bailed. They searched around the nearby apartment common areas, streets, etc.
More police arrived, but they didn’t see any good prints, so they left. Then it was just me and the first arriving officer. He said he filed a suspicious incident report.
After they left I figured out what the plastic thing that dropped was, and why it wasn’t there anymore. I had vicodin left over from after my C-section… it’s gone. That’s all I can think of.
So – someone will get their cheap and uninteresting fix. And I’m sure all will be ok here.
… So much for having extra homework time. I am glad I ran, and had no confrontation beyond the quick turn and run.
Thank goodness for the Brea PD and their show of power.
They did tell the registered sex offender who lives by me to stop milling around… he was nosing around the whole time. He told the officer “I just get nervous when I see all these weapons drawn.” The officer said, “Oh we just like to get ‘em out and play with ‘em once in a while.” hahaha… so that was funny – Mr. Sex Offender can go away from me.
I am not freaked out… I think it was just a random incident, and some loser who decided to only take vicodin.
