Ok, So this actually happened to me.. about an hour ago.
I about died.
OK – So Andrew was playing downstairs. Ethan (my 18mo) was playing on the floor in the upstairs living room. He started getting cranky so I picked him up.
Just as I bent down to get him- I see this grungy looking guy running across my lawn out of the corner of my eye – running towards my door.
Two seconds later, a THUMP on my glass storm door. I started running for the back sliding glass door but picked my cell phone up along the way and started to dial 911.
I dropped Ethan outside on the deck so I could see what was going on – I’m worried about my 3yo downstairs!
I didn’t hear anything else (the phone is still ringing and then 911 put me on hold… serious.) so I peeked out the window.
The guy is running down the other side of our yard and jumps into this [what I call] “Scary Van” (you know, the ones with no windows..) that was spray-painted black and red. He JUMPED into the back as it drove by and the door remained open. I’m trying to get a glimpse of the license plate as it’s driving down the street.
911 finally answers, as I’m walking to the door – thinking, ‘what the heck did he throw at my door’… I started explaining to her that I think I’m OK…
and I open the door up…
Guess what’s there?
A PHONE BOOK. A Freaking Phone Book – made me call 911.
I seriously am going to call someone about this, but I don’t know who. They need to have a better system for this than running through yards and driving scary vans, freaking mothers alone with their children out.
I was even more scared because about 5 minutes earlier I had gone to get the mail, and didn’t remember locking the door after I came back in.
Anyway – Super Funny, Right?