That’s me.
I guess that a man who was just released from prison is on the prowl here in town commiting home burglaries. Since I’m around here every day (while other ladies have either good paying jobs or enough money to spend the day shopping) the UPS man tipped me off to what the police asked him to keep a lookout for–an aqua-green (that’s guys for you) 95 Chevy pickup and the license plate number.
Okay, so that I can do easily enough; should I see it cruising the street, I’ll call the cops.
What gets me a little more nervous is when I get a call from the alarm company regarding an open window or door on my neighbor’s house when she’s away. They want me to check it out? Like I’m a hundred-pound girl against whoever might be breaking in and they want me to check it out?
Sure. As soon as I string up my longbow.
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