First, it was the feds visiting me at one job. I couldn’t have been nicer – which surprised the field agents. Then it was two officers. At least one APD wasn’t too surprised, because I’ve been solicitous of his welfare in past encounters. Friday night, it was the local police at the door again, this time, at the folks’ place. Why?
Changed the damn alarm code again. Forgot to tell me.
No big deal, really, call someone who knows the right code, which was funny, in and of itself, because she couldn’t remember the correct code, either, but she did accurately describe the sequence of buttons that worked.
By the times the cops got there, I was still talking on my cell, handing the officers my wallet with ID, and so forth. We were all standing around the front door, haven’t gone in yet, just being as good citizens should. Sets a tone for the weekend. That’s three, don’t want anymore.
Dallas to Austin, door-to-door, three hours, 192 miles, three hours. No cops, just went the speed limit, even though I was traveling with a lawyer.