Knock-Knock….No, it’s not a joke.

Posted: February 14, 2016 in All about ME!
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Today while enjoying my weekend and catching up on episodes of Lucifer, I was startled when there came a pounding at my front door. Not a knock mind you, but an actual pounding. A pounding so loud, that I half expected the door to come flying off the hinge. I’m not sure who was startled more, me or my dog. Either way, she behaved as a dog does and went apeshit! I rushed to the door, about ready to bitch out some Jehovah witnesses or something, and find a police officer standing there staring at me.

I looked past the officer to the street, and there were not 1, not 2, but 3 squad cars. When I saw that, I had all kinds of thoughts race through my head. The first thought was that something terrible had happened in the family. However the officer quickly put that fear to rest, by informing me that a neighbor hadn’t seen me for a few days and was worried, so he/she called the police to check on me. He asked if I was ok, and if I was sure that I was ok. I informed him that I was in fact perfectly fine, and so he said goodbye and left.

The thing is, I am an antisocial person. I know my neighbors, but it’s not like I talk to them. We aren’t friends, it’s not like we hold annual block parties. If you asked me any of my neighbors names, I couldn’t tell you! I have nick names for them, so that if I have to mention them to friends for some reason, they know who I am talking about. So, there’s no reason for anyone to be particularly concerned about me.

Now, if it was a family member, or friend who called? I would understand that! Friends and family tend to either talk to me, see me, or see me post on Facebook on a daily basis. If I go 3 or so days and none of them have heard from me? Yea, odds are I am dead! But neighbors?

The thing is, I am outside all the time! I take my dog out several times a day, I go out and check my mail. I leave in the morning, and come home in the early evening. I am literally outside, more than I am inside. Apparently though I am not outside at the exact same moment as my neighbor I guess, and that’s a reason to call the cops? Seriously?

Look, if you are genuinely concerned, that’s great! I’m even a bit thankful I guess. However, if you are really concerned, come over and knock on my door, then ask if I am ok. No need to have the cops come kick my door down. I don’t have anything against the police, but I have a pit bull. If cops are coming in my yard, when I am not expecting it, for no reason what ever really, there’s a chance my dog might run out of the yard. Worse yet, with her being a pit bull she could startle the officer, and end up getting shot. For what? Cause a neighbor didn’t see me outside for a day or two and didn’t want to be bothered coming over themselves?

So, I guess from now on I need to go door to door every few days, and say “Hi! Still alive!” just to avoid having the local swat team kick my door down. It’s just stupid, and yes I am pissed off. Also, why the hell did they need to bring three squad cars down here to check on my safety? Did the neighbor tell them that I was being held hostage by Hans Gruber or something? I think three cars a a bit of an overkill if you ask me!

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