PRETEND YOU NEVER HEARD THIS…PLEEEEEEZ

Mar 1, 2015 by

PRETEND YOU NEVER HEARD THIS…PLEEEEEEZ

I’m going to tell you something, but, you have to swear you won’t repeat it.  I should just let it drop or go away, but, I can’t help it.  I’ve just got to tell someone.  I need to purge……..Okay.  Here goes……A couple of days ago, I was sitting in my rocker, having my second cup of coffee, going through emails, reading the paper and looked out the window.  It was our third day of horrible weather.  Gloomy.  Cold.  Damp.  Grey.  I know, I know–you people up north would’ve been out in shorts, but for us Texans, this was a horrible run on the weather.  I hadn’t walked Mitch in days, I had tried to get into a book.  I had over cooked and over eaten—-cabin fever had set in.  I was like James Stewart in Rear Window.  So, I’m looking out and I see this white car slow down and veer over to the opposite side of the road, pull up to the curb, and stop.  A man gets out, walks a few feet into the vacant lot and

IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT, DO.  GRACE KELLY'S CLOTHES, ALONE, ARE WORTH IT.

IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT, DO. GRACE KELLY’S CLOTHES, ALONE, ARE WORTH IT.

gingerly places a small white package on a limestone rock.  He walked back to the car and pulled away, going down the hill towards Starbucks.  Even without profiling, the whole thing was suspicious.  I whip out my trusty iPhone and get a picture of the car driving away in the distance.  It’s not too good – I should have reacted quicker…..I mull the events over.  I try to go back to emails, but, I just can’t.  My radar has pinged.  I decide to call our local police.  Ring.  Ring.  I get a very pleasant answer and I calmly explain what I had just seen.  By this time, my adrenaline is pumping and I really do want to explain to her that a terrorist has just made a drop, he’s part of a cell that lives in the apartments down the street that we see someone walk out of every afternoon, talking on the phone to Al Qaeda………BUT, I rein it in.  I calmly say if there is a patrol car in the vicinity, maybe it would be good to just check.  I tell her the package is right by the stop sign, resting on the rock.  She proceeds to tell me not to go near the package.  I proceed to tell her, Duh.  Not really, I do tell her I got a picture of the car.  That pretty much is the end of it………….Until, about ten minutes later, when I look out and see two cop cars and a fire truck.  They pass the drop spot, go up the street, and turn around.  They pass the danger zone again.  I see one of the policemen and  fireman walking up the sidewalk to our house.  Thanks goodness, I have gotten out of my PJ’s and gotten camera ready.  I walk out to greet them and they say they can’t see a package.  I point to the white object and say “right there!”.  The young policeman says….”That’s a coffee cup.”               Fade to black.  Time stands still……..I recant the events and try to justify my call.  They are both very nice about it.  Actually, the fireman was much more nice.  He was sweet enough to say it’s much better to err on the side of caution.  By this time the policeman is back in his patrol car and probably radioing the station that it was just some crazy woman.  I go back in……I’m just flabbergasted……..and embarrassed.  I’m really, really embarrassed.  I try to tell myself this was good practice for them.  An tactical drill.          That afternoon, I take a

CUPCAKES FOR THAT NICE FIREMAN!

CUPCAKES FOR THAT NICE FIREMAN!

dozen cupcakes from Cupcake Chateau to the police station.  I ask the dispatcher if she is the one that was on duty that morning.  I explain to her I am the coffee cup caller and please give these cupcakes to the officers that answered the call.  I, then, go to the fire station.  (In Marble Falls, there is only one fire station.)  I walk in and explain to the young woman behind the desk who I am and she excuses herself.  In walks the fireman whom I had seen earlier at ground zero.  I apologized again and he laughed and said I didn’t have to do that-it was “part of the job”.                   There are so many things to come out of this story.  One, sometimes, it’s not so good to have a good imagination.  Two, I’m going to make an eye appointment (I really am overdue).  Three, and most importantly, it is better to err on the cautious side.  Forget feeling silly and stupid.  Make the call.  Who knows, it may save lives.  And four, the most most important.  It is just effing wonderful to live in a small town.  Where else can you have such a friendly experience because of human error?

THE PERPETRATOR IS STILL ON THE ROCK

THE PERPETRATOR IS STILL ON THE ROCK

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