We were going about our business this morning and someone rang the doorbell. Not a usual occurance at 9:30 in the morning. I answered it to find two cops at my doorstep. They began by telling me that a neighbor had received some threats and was I home around such and such a time late yesterday afternoon and had I witnessed anything. I was and I didn't. I figured that would be that, but things took a weirder twist than that. They asked me if I was so and so. I told them I wasn't. They asked me if I knew so and so, I don't. Then they ask me for some form of identification (things were turning a little weird). I showed them my drivers license. It continued with them asking me questions like how long had I lived there and was it just me and my son that lived here (Vance was in the kitchen playing with play doh so they'd only seen Tanner). Then they asked me for another form of id. Well, I don't have another picture id except my old BYU-Idaho student card so I showed that to them and then they got the last four digits of my social. At this point I'm wondering if I should invite them in to look at all my scrapbooks and journals and what not.
Finally they explain to me that I match the description of this gal who has a warrant out for her arrest. Sorry, guys. I've never had so much as a traffic violation let alone something more serious with the law. They asked me several more times if I knew this gal. Okay, you got me, I'm a bad neighbor. I've lived here for over 8 months and I can't tell you the names of anyone that lives near me. The last thing they asked about is if anyone on the other side of the duplex might match a similar description. I wanted to laugh a loud about that since they are African-American.
Anyway, I had a nice chuckle to myself after they left. It's not everyday you are interrogated by the police because you match the description of a criminal.