Today when I wandered out to check my mail I discovered that my mailbox had been vandalized. The metal flag was bent and wrapped around inside the mailbox itself. The door was almost broken off, the metal warped. I bent it back to the proper place, looked into my empty mailbox, and went back inside. The mailbox next to mine looked okay, so I thought maybe mine had been targeted by some kids. I didn’t feel like dealing with it, so I just went inside and carried on about my day – giving my dog a haircut, taking a shower, doing some laundry.
A few hours later my sister and her boyfriend came by. She told me something was being sent here. That jogged my memory about the mailbox, so I let her know. Of course, she told me that I should call the police. I hadn’t seen anything, and the only thing I knew was that it happened sometime between 6 or 7 pm last night and 1 pm today when I checked my mailbox. What specific time frame – NOT!
Fifteen minutes later my sister called and said that I wasn’t the only one. My Dad’s mailbox had been vandalized and so had his next-door neighbor’s. She said that several mailboxes all the way down our side of the street were damaged. Apparently one of the men at the end of the street was able to video his gas being siphoned out of his car around 1:30 am. The police had been out earlier in that morning and taken a few statements. The neighbor suggested calling to be added to the police report so that when the perpetrators were apprehended they could be charged correctly.
My sister of course wanted to dial 911. I told her that we really shouldn’t waste their time with that, so I found the non-emergency number. I called and about 15 minutes later or so an officer showed up. Oh my gosh… Officer Hotness! He took some details down, told us he would add it to the report that was taken this morning, and headed out. I have to say, though, I wouldn’t mind him patrolling around here more often.
That wasn’t the last time I saw him today, either. I could make up something and say that he came back here just to talk to me, but that would be a lie. I just saw him five minutes ago when he came back to take some pictures. He got to meet Buddy, who would definitely not make a good guard dog. We were outside talking to my step-mom, and he didn’t even bark. Maybe he could tell he was one of the good guys, though. We laughed and talked a little, then I bid him a goodnight and headed back inside. There is absolutely no chance anything will develop, but it was nice to talk to such a cutie.
I think this little encounter was a good reminder that there is a lot out there for me. It also leads very well into the next post I have been working on about what I’m looking for in my next relationship. Handsome didn’t make the list, but I think a mutual attraction is a given.