Email to Muriel:

Soooo, I’m getting ready to walk out the door and there’s a car backed into the handicap spot in front of my place.  Guy (mid sixties, not bad looking, don’t say a thing) sitting in there, just looking around, waiting.  He’s flipping though what seems to be a bunch of credit cards.  He picks up his couple of folded newspapers and puts them back on the passenger seat.  He gets on his cell phone.  He cleans his glasses.  Starts the whole thing all over again.  I’m watching all of this for about 10 minutes and it’s just not sitting right.  My mind goes directly to someone’s about to be served (please don’t let it be me), or someone’s being stalked. Not to something more logical like he’s waiting to give someone an estimate on something. But there were plenty of other parking spots why pick the handicap spot. I love the drama.  So yes I did call the police, not 911 but the station, and explained the situation (because even though I aint scared of much the guy was in my personal space if you know what I mean) and they sent a car to check it out.  The police car drove by (I then went to my car) and they will check periodically.  Yes I did lock the door today. Now let’s hear what you think, lol

Email from Muriel:

Funny I saw the same guy and thought it was weird. I thought he might have been a cop….just got back with the dog and the guy is gone. I last saw him @ a little before 9…I almost went up to the car and asked if he needed help with anything. Instead I blatantly took his license plate  #

Email to Muriel:

I blatantly gave the license plate number to the police…I love us…lol

Whenever I think I’m turning into “one of those people” I do a reality check with Muriel.  I can always count on her to tell it like it is.  This little conversation eases my mind about whether or not I’m turning into “one of those people”….I’m not.