I must be too obsessed with blogging lately because after a drama filled evening last night, the first thing I thought when things settled down was, "shoot, I wish I would have had my camera!" You would be looking at a picture of three police cars in front of our house, a man standing with his arms folded leaning against his small white car, David pointing a finger at him saying, "how would you like me to come to your house and scare the crap out of your children?!" I would be in the picture too (so I guess it would be hard for me to take it), my arm would be around Sarah who is frightened, shaking and crying, along with her two friends, while trying to explain what happened to the police.
Do you have the picture in your head? I'll go on then. . .
It started at 5pm Wednesday evening. I left Sarah home with her two friends to run Max to soccer practice. Heather decided she wanted to ride with me. Getting a little one on one time for a twin is huge, even if it is just a quick ride. While we were gone, Sarah heard a knock on the door. She looked out a window and saw a small white car out front and assuming it was a ride home for one of her friends, she opened the door. Standing in the entry way was a large gruffy looking man. He immediately said, "Are your parents home?" Sarah, feeling a little intimidated by such a forceful question, replied, "yeah, but they are taking a nap." Of course it was the only answer she could think of not wanting to admit she was home alone. He then demanded, "Go get them right now! I am from the court," flashing a plastic badge in front of her, "and I have to talk to your Dad right now!" She nervously said, "He's not home right now. The stranger then took a step into the doorway, preventing her from shutting the door, and thrust his cell phone towards her, "Call your Dad on my phone right now and tell him he has to come home right now!" At this point, Sarah was frightened, shaking, and very nervous. Her two friends were witnessing the entire event from several feet away too frightened to get too close to the man. Sarah replied, "I'll call him on my phone." "No!", the man yelled. You'll call him on my phone. The three terrified girls couldn't stand their fear any longer. They took off running to the farthest bathroom of the house and locked themselves inside. Crying and huddling together, sure they were going to get kidnapped, they heard the man call after them, "And don't go and call the police on me!"
All right, if you were scared, this would definitely push you over the top. "Don't call the police" is only what bad people say. They all three had cell phones, but none of them were able to reach anyone. Of course, I left mine in the car as I walked Max over to his soccer team. After several minutes, the girls peared around the corner hoping the man had left. The got a glimpse of him still standing tall in the doorway, not moving. He must have heard a noise and yelled again, "Don't call the police, I know you are going to." Luckily David rolled into the garage from a long day at work, catching the attention of the stranger at the front door. Sarah ran to the garage telling him there was a man at the door from the court and he wanted her Dad. David said, "tell him I'm not home." Of course, David was confused what this was about, "did I run a red light, did I get a photo radar ticket, is a patient sueing me. . ." He slowly backed out of the garage thinking he would park on the street then walk up to the house claiming he didn't live there. As the stranger saw his car reverse, He took off on a run, catching up with David's car. He slammed papers down loudly on the back hood of his car while yelling angrily, "You've been served!"
About this time, I was entering the neighborhood, back from dropping Max off at soccer practice. I see a man screeching loudly on my front lawn, "You've been served!" The papers are blowing on the ground around the yard. I decide not to pull into the house, David drives next to my car rolling down the window yelling at me not to go home and to stay in my car. He is on the phone to the police. I drive slowly past the front of my house noticing the front door is wide open. Like a bullet, three little girls jolt from the house and dive into the back seat of my car. They are upset and crying and not really making much sense.
The next several minutes they relay the story to me while visibly still shaking and scared.
The police showed up within minutes. The story was relayed to them by David and the three little girls. The man was a court server looking for a man that built our house four years ago and hasn't lived in it since. The police informed the man he had the wrong person. He never asked Sarah what her Dad's name was or who lived in the house. David let the man know he was wrong for terrorizing his family and frightening his children! He told the man sternly, "Sorry, is not going to get them to sleep every night for the next month. Who is going to read them a bed time story and tuck them in and tell them they will be safe for the next month while they will be sleeping in our bed?"
Anyways, the police assured us he would not return. The server admitted he acted wrongly and was sorry. I'm not sure the story will end there. I saw a side of David I don't see very often. When people wrong your children, it becomes very personal and you will do anything to make sure they are safe and protected.
