This Is Why Good Street Signs Are a Must

Back at the end of August, McMoose and I went to a football game a few hours away from home and since we were planning to be out of the house for about 12 hours and The Dog can only last for about 8 before his bladder explodes, we had asked one of my friends to take him out in the middle of the day. After the game, I checked my cell phone, only to find that this friend had left me 5 messages in a 20 minute window of time.

Message 1 went something like this: "Anisha, we can't find your apartment!" Then, there was message 2: "Well, we found your apartment, but the key doesn't work. We're going to talk to the managers." Message 3: "We talked to the managers and apparently, we were in the wrong building. We're going to the right building now." Message 4: "THE KEY STILL DOESN'T WORK." And finally, message 5: "We were at the wrong building again. But we finally found the right one and we took The Dog out and he marked every bush within a 1 mile radius and then collapsed from the sheer exhaustion of walking for a mile."

Because apparently, there are three apartments in our complex that all have the same number. And although the street names (and therefore, the addresses) for these apartments are different, the street signs are confusing, to say the least. Which explains why it can sometimes be confusing for new people who are trying to navigate around the complex.

Fast-forward to this morning, when I was merrily enjoying my cereal when some people with very heavy boots came clomping up the stairs and began pounding on my door. Assuming it was the maintenance people coming to check the air filter or some similarly mundane thing, I took my time getting to the door. So you can imagine my SHEER PANIC when I opened it and it was not the maintenance people, but rather four very menacing looking police officers.

After some initial confusion about the fact that I was not the person they were looking for, I meekly suggested that perhaps they were looking for one of the other apartments of the same number. And as it turns out, real life cops are much nicer than the sarcastic, quippy ones they show on TV, so after a quick peek at my driver's license, they all clomped back down the stairs, got into their cruisers and drove off, with a news van following close behind. So for the rest of the day, I've been obsessively checking the news websites in vain to see what exactly was going on in my (seemingly very safe) neighborhood this morning. Because come on. FOUR police officers? AND a news van sitting in the parking lot? That seems like pretty big stuff to me. And yet, there hasn't been a single article about what was going on? Maybe I should ask for a police scanner for Christmas.