I live in a small town.
I live in a town where crime doesn't exist. Literally, no crime.
Where you make jokes like - why don't people use turn signals here? Because everyone knows where you are going.
But recently there has been a rash of burglaries.
I realized on Sunday I had been a target.
I didn't get out of bed very early on Sunday. It may have been 10:45 a.m. when I crawled out of bed and made my way directly to my couch.
Around 11 there is a knock on my door.
"Hey! You aren't old!"
I just stared at the guy. He starts in about some contest.
I am too tired to listen. I say that I am not interested.
I say that I am not interested and shut the door.
Monday morning I am checking Facebook. You know how it shows you the most popular posts and you have to click to get get back to most recent? For once I am glad for most popular.
A friend and neighbor says that the cops stopped by her house to warn them about some break-ins. That the people were using a rouse of asking for help with a contest and when you let them in to hear about it they see what you have to steal. If you aren't home they break in and take what they find.
I'm so glad I was home.
My doors are locked. And thanks B for keeping the boogy man out.