To the piece of crap that rang my doorbell at 3AM this morning, you are not funny.
At 3AM this morning, my doorbell rang - and Chelsie flew off the bed barking like a nut case. I thought I was hearing things, but when my precious started barking, I knew I wasn't. My heart was in my throat, and I was terrified. It was fabulous. I did not mess around - I called the Cols. PD dispatch number and asked them to send a car out to look around. I mean, who had any business being out at 3AM to begin with, and then ringing my doorbell??? Someone up to only no good. Thankfully, they showed up promptly - within 5 minutes.
The officer was quite nice - Chelsie sounded her alarm when he knocked on the door, and the guy looked at me and smiled and acknowledged how her carrying on like this could be a little unnerving. Before he knocked on the door, he looked around the side of the house where my bedroom was - and I saw his flashlight, which scared the hell out of me again. He asked if I had any problems with kids in the neighborhood, and I said no. He also said this was the first official weekend of summer, as all the schools were out. I apologized for being a pansy, and he said not to worry, they take these things very seriously and that they would send a car to drive by for a few nights. Another car came rolling up just as we were done - I was very grateful for their fast response and not thinking I was crazy.
What makes me more angry than anything is that now I am somewhat jumpy in my own home. I have become much more aware of my security as of late, but tonight, am walking around making sure windows lock, all the doors are locked, shades down, lights on - because some punk thought ding song ditch em' at 3 AM was funny. Not so much.
The last thing the cop says to me last night - try to get some sleep. Yeah, right buddy. We will see how long it takes me to fall asleep tonight.