I was a little hesitant of recording this little adventure because I want to remember this but not at the same time. . .
It was a normal Friday morning. Shaun got up for work and I can't sleep really once he's gone so I got up as well. I was going to finish doing the rest of the laundry that I didn't get to do the day before. Jeanie (my landlady) had told me the day before if I didn't finish that night that I could come up and do it the next morning. I walked upstairs and put a basket of clothes in the dryer. I then noticed that the alarms were going off. I call Jeanie a couple of times because I had forgotten the code but she didn't answer.
Fifteen minutes later the alarms were still going and I was back downstairs on the phone with Shaun. I then heard loud voices upstairs and people walking around. Shaun said to go around back and check who's car it is because it might just be the alarm company coming to turn it off. Halfway to walking around to the front of the house I am hearing the alarms raging out of the house. I told Shaun it had to be the neighbors that were upstairs because I can hear the alarms reaching all around the neighborhood. We live in a great nice neighborhood so that had to be it.
I go back in through the basement door and take a walk up the stairs, still on the phone with Shaun. I open the door and say "helllooo!" The next thing that happened was so fast and I still don't believe it. I hear two men's voices yelling at the top of their lungs:
"GET ON THE FLOOR & MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN!"
"HANG UP THE PHONE"
I turn around and there are two police officers with guns pointed at me screaming. I dropped to my knees and hang up the phone. As my phone is ringing off the hook (Shaun doesn't know it's the police so he's having his own fit) I am mustering out the words:
"Mmm..name is Nicole..I live in the basement.."
"If you live downstairs than why don't you know the codes?
Who lives upstairs?
What's your last name?..." etc etc
I couldn't answer anything. At this point I'm bawling my eyes out on my knees still at gun point. The cops come closer and help me up and guide me downstairs to get my license so they can "check me out." I think they finally realize that I am telling the truth and that I am not in-fact the burglar because I am hysterical. They notified me that the alarm company tried to call Jeanie but she didn't answer so then they send the cops over. My garage door was wide open and so it all looked like a legit break-in. They reassured me that they don't just walk right in but it was because somebody had left the garage door open.
They each gave me a hug and then made a joke not to wear a hoodie next time because I actually do look like a criminal. (I hate police). After a few long hours of emptying my tear ducts, I was able to laugh about it. (sort of)
The icing on the cake was locking my keys in the car at the gas station TWICE. The cop as he was leaving the scene of that situation said "We'll see you in the evening! You'll be best friends with the police station by tomorrow."
The silver lining of this event is scaring me out of the house each morning to school on time!
Two lessons:
- I have the code memorized backwards and forwards.
- I will only do my laundry on laundry day.