I did not have a great day yesterday. At Crossfit I clumsily dropped a rowing machine on my big toe. I think it's probably broken, and I can't walk on it, but it's my understanding that there's not much to do about toe breaks, right?
Anyway, after returning home with some groceries, my children and I walked into a very messy house. Then I saw an 8-inch knife on the ground. And a ceramic bowl that normally sits upstairs in our bedroom. And another room that was completely ransacked. I told the girls to head outside while I glanced up and noticed my laptop was gone (along with a case that held items of sentimental or financial value). I called 911 on my way out the door.
The police were on their way. I called my husband and he called back to let me know that the tracking device on his iPad was already disabled. Long story short is that we lost most of our consumer electronics, some cash and jewelry and we're still trying to figure out what else as we clean up.
When the police arrived, they were quite competent. They secured all points of entry to the house and entered -- but of course the robber was long gone. They stayed with us for four hours as they went over the entire house for fingerprints. We had the grizzled cop and the rookie who had just started this week. Our CSI person kept telling me the most amazing (if not CoC-compliant) stories about other crime scenes she'd worked on. And our detective was straight out of central casting. She was so sexy and tough and was excited that she'd found an eye witness to our crime -- ours was just the latest in a string of home robberies in our neighborhood.
They were polite, professional, calming and in control. They explained everything thoroughly and were with us for four hours.
I mention all this because of an earlier incident this week. An incident that Ricochet member Sisyphus actually witnessed. I spent an entire afternoon waiting at the Virginia DMV for a driver's license. At any given time, I saw no more than four DMV employees "working." I stood up to count how many people were waiting (125) and saw Sisyphus. And a good thing I did. I was about to start raving like a lunatic about government incompetency and he talked me down and kept me calm.
Not all of my experiences with police have been good, to understate wildly. But I wonder if the more legitimate a government agency is, or the more legitimate a particular function, the better it operates? Or did I just happen to have a good experience with police?
Anyway, about the O. Henry reference.
After the police leave, my husband gives me my birthday gifts. One is a beautiful new cover for my Kindle -- which is, of course, now in the hands of robbers. And the other is a jump rope, which I can't use on account of my toe.
We laughed and thanked God that we were all safe and that only possessions had been taken from us.