(I really hope you could sense the sarcasm in that last sentence.)
I believe I went there for a concert or something along those lines. I do know that I didn't sleep much, must of tore up the town like it was Las Vegas. That's the not important part of the story though. We came back home Sunday, my big plan was to shower for 5 hours to get the cigarette smell off of me and go to bed early. I climb into bed around 9 PM tossing and turning, finally falling asleep around 11 PM.
Roughly around 1:30 AM I have a dream someone is ringing my door bell and banging on the door. My dog jumps up and starts barking like crazy. In a daze I realize that my dog couldn't possibly be having the same dream as me; this was real life. As more ringing and knocking is happening I slip out of bed and lock Lily in my room. I slowly creep over to the door hoping I don't step on one of the dreaded spiders. As I look through the peep hole an officer is standing there, thinking something terrible has happened I swing open the door.
"Where's Tyrone!?" the Police Officer barks at me with his hand on his gun.
As I stand there staring at him squinting my eyes, my head cocked to the side and probably the most confused look on my face I respond "Who?"
"Tyrone*! Where is he?!"
As I respond, "I don't know anyone named Tyrone...?", 4 or 5 more officers come from the dark corners to my front door. They must of had my place surrounded.
"Are you sure?" At that point being a little condescending.
"Yeah pretty sure... Do you need to come in and see?" I open the door wider and offer them to come in.
They all come trudging in with wet grass covering their shoes. Lucky for me cause my apartment was spotless after all the spider removal I did; not any more! They start asking me who's in the bedrooms and if the dog that is barking it's brains out will bite anyone if they let her out. I respond no but she will probably pee all over and my 4 year old son is sleeping in the other room, but if you feel the need to wake him up as well go for it. They asked me for my drivers license, while I'm digging in my purse looking for it. They start interrogating me as to how long I have lived there and who lived here before I did.
I had only been there about 4 months at that point. The question asked about who lived there before me was incredibly odd. How many people when they move into an apartment ask, "So who lived here before me?". I would bet that no one has ever asked that question! Usually it's questions about when rent is due, or deposits, or what mailbox is yours. Granted you may get some junk mail for the former resident and could probably figure it out if you really were curious.
Giving up on locating my drivers license I tell them how I was just in Wendover and it's probably still in my jeans. They ease up a little and tell me it's okay and proceed to leave. I recognize one of the officers who would come to my work and talk to us about guns and what to do in case of a robbery. Hoping he doesn't recognize me as my hair is sticking up in places. Also the fact that I was wearing a bright orange tank top and lovely non-matching leopard print pajama pants. A complete beauty queen contestant.
I'm finally fully awake as I lock my door and head back to bed. Lily is still barking after the 15 minute late night visit. She's running around the house investigating every smell and piece of grass she could. It took me probably 30 minutes to get her to calm down and stop barking.
I'm laying in bed annoyed that Draper Police would think I was housing an offender of some sorts, and that they interrupted my much needed beauty sleep. Falling back to sleep around 3 AM, and waking back up at 6 AM to get ready for the work day.
To sum up this story I still to this day have no idea what Tyrone did, how the police thought he was at my apartment, or if that officer ever recognized me. I also have never met a Tyrone yet. I did swear that night that if I ever did meet the Tyrone in question that he would be in more trouble with me than the police**.
*Disclaimer: Name has not been changed, because I don't care for protecting said person.
** Disclaimer 2: Depending on what he did.
So there you have it one of the many crazy things that has happened to me. I must have an aura that pulls crazy in.
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