This is going to be a hard one to write because there was so much dialogue and I can't remember everything that was said. Hopefully I can get the gist of it understandable:
I go and visit my Dad every Tuesday evening with the kids. Last week, I came home and Tony and Jason were hanging out together-typical Tuesday. We got the kids to bed and were sitting around, chatting and enjoying the fresh air from having the windows open when the dogs started barking.
I looked outside and saw two police officers walking up to our house, stopping to shine a flashlight in the Explorer. I figured they were coming to ask us if we had seen or heard anything suspicious, since you know, it's not really a good thing when the Police are around. Anyway, we answer the door and they said they had received a call that someone had pulled into our driveway and a Hispanic man got a gun out of his vehicle and was yelling at the people in the car while threatening them with the gun.
Confused, I told them that our neighbors are Hispanic and that they sometimes used our driveway to turn around, etc. They said, "Your neighbors are Hispanic?!" "Yes." "Have you ever told them to stop?" "No." "Do you have any problems with them?" "No, we're on good terms." I finally ask what time this all happened, and they said it had been 40 minutes - 1 hour prior to them showing up. I told them that I had been home that whole time, and if there was any kind of altercation that we would have heard it because the windows were open.
The officers were looking really confused - perplexed - befuddled, even. "But they said it was the 2nd house in, with a white van in the driveway." Jason replies, "Oh that's my cousin's van" The officer looks past Jason at Tony standing behind him, and says, "And I see he is of Hispanic descent, somewhat."
Oh.no.
They think Tony did it!
What?!
They told him that if he did it, that he wasn't in trouble (haha) but that they just wanted to know. If he didn't do it, that was fine and they would move on to other important things.
Let me just clarify that we live in a pretty quiet neighborhood, and Tony has a perfect record. He's totally kid-friendly and all of that.
Anyway.
Tony explained that it was his Grandma's(!) van, etc. They took his information and one of them even patted him down while the other one searched the van. Guess what? No gun!
The officers were really nice throughout the whole thing, and it was obvious by all of our reactions (and the Barbies left on the couch by the girls, and the glasses of water we all had, as opposed to you know, whiskey and beer) that we had no idea what they were talking about.
We assume it was a prank by someone, since there were so many coincidences (which is also probably the only reason why the officers checked in out as far as they did) but we have no idea who would have done that, especially to Tony--especially when it could have got him into trouble.
We all look back and laugh now, but that is officially the weirdest thing that's ever happened around here.
Moral of the story: If a big Hispanic looking guy is driving his Grandma's Uplander, he's probably harmless. =)
*I did so well for two whole weeks. I posted alll the time...and then Jaxon had shots and it's been yucky ever since. I'm going to try to catch up again. =)
