Best. Morning. EVER!
My house just got swept over by our version of SWAT. This is not the start of a bad joke, seriously. This just happened.
Apparently the police received a call saying that a certain person 'known to police' was going to come to this house and hurt somebody here and that he was armed. I had no knowledge of this, all I knew was that my sister called me from downstairs asking me why the landline kept ringing. I left my room to hear a message being recorded on the answering machine saying it was a police on the line, could somebody in the house please answer the phone and let them know who was in the house and if everybody was unharmed. A part of me thinks this is somebody playing silly buggers, but I call my sister anyway and ask her to come up because I think the police are trying to call.
About this time, I notice I can hear a vehicle in the drive way, and I start to think, "holly crap, there's a police cruiser or something out the front".
Before I can ring my mum on her mobile to check it's not them, the house line rings again and caller ID say's it's a mobile phone and once again I think, maybe this is a prank, but I answer it just in case, visions of my front door being knocked down by the police swimming in my mind.
The lady asks me my name and, still not convinced this is anything more than an elaborate ruse by somebody I only give me first name, the woman on the other end of the line starts asking me questions about who's in the house and if everybody's okay and if anybody's armed (I'm cagey with a few answers just in case this is somebody casing the joint) and then, the ladies repeated use of my name serves to finally snap the situation into clarity and I realise, 'CRAP! I'm on the phone to a police negotiator. This. Is. So. Cool!'
As I'm turning the porch light on, at the police woman's request, my sister comes up and asks me what's going on. I laugh and tell her I have no idea but there are police on the phone and outside and they think somebody in the house is armed. My sisters new boyfriend is also over for the night, for the first time, so great timing on his behalf.
I get back on the line because thats what I was asked to do and the lady starts coaching me to go onto the porch with my hand out. Jacq decides to open and stick her head out the door at this point and I have to call "don't open the door" to her across the room, which I'm sure sounded great on their end of things, since as I yelled this, the door opens quickly and then slams shut as Jacqueline goes, "Shit, there's a police van out the front".
Then the lady asks us to come outside, and we do, me with my hands up in a pose hollywood would be proud of, my sister and her boyfriend behind me, seemingly unaware of the situation as the come out slowly playing/struggling with the dog. As we come out, five police officers slowly come out of the van, decked out in kevlar, all armed with assault rifles and one carrying a riot shield.
I'm not kidding. He was carrying a RIOT SHIELD.
It's 2am, I'm standing in my pjs on the porch in only socks, and a dude is walking past me with a riot shield.
This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the coolest thing that has ever happened to me.
I have to stop myself reaching out to brush the thing as it goes past, and restrain myself from following them as they sweep the house.
Damn, that was awesome.
Apparently the police received a call saying that a certain person 'known to police' was going to come to this house and hurt somebody here and that he was armed. I had no knowledge of this, all I knew was that my sister called me from downstairs asking me why the landline kept ringing. I left my room to hear a message being recorded on the answering machine saying it was a police on the line, could somebody in the house please answer the phone and let them know who was in the house and if everybody was unharmed. A part of me thinks this is somebody playing silly buggers, but I call my sister anyway and ask her to come up because I think the police are trying to call.
About this time, I notice I can hear a vehicle in the drive way, and I start to think, "holly crap, there's a police cruiser or something out the front".
Before I can ring my mum on her mobile to check it's not them, the house line rings again and caller ID say's it's a mobile phone and once again I think, maybe this is a prank, but I answer it just in case, visions of my front door being knocked down by the police swimming in my mind.
The lady asks me my name and, still not convinced this is anything more than an elaborate ruse by somebody I only give me first name, the woman on the other end of the line starts asking me questions about who's in the house and if everybody's okay and if anybody's armed (I'm cagey with a few answers just in case this is somebody casing the joint) and then, the ladies repeated use of my name serves to finally snap the situation into clarity and I realise, 'CRAP! I'm on the phone to a police negotiator. This. Is. So. Cool!'
As I'm turning the porch light on, at the police woman's request, my sister comes up and asks me what's going on. I laugh and tell her I have no idea but there are police on the phone and outside and they think somebody in the house is armed. My sisters new boyfriend is also over for the night, for the first time, so great timing on his behalf.
I get back on the line because thats what I was asked to do and the lady starts coaching me to go onto the porch with my hand out. Jacq decides to open and stick her head out the door at this point and I have to call "don't open the door" to her across the room, which I'm sure sounded great on their end of things, since as I yelled this, the door opens quickly and then slams shut as Jacqueline goes, "Shit, there's a police van out the front".
Then the lady asks us to come outside, and we do, me with my hands up in a pose hollywood would be proud of, my sister and her boyfriend behind me, seemingly unaware of the situation as the come out slowly playing/struggling with the dog. As we come out, five police officers slowly come out of the van, decked out in kevlar, all armed with assault rifles and one carrying a riot shield.
I'm not kidding. He was carrying a RIOT SHIELD.
It's 2am, I'm standing in my pjs on the porch in only socks, and a dude is walking past me with a riot shield.
This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the coolest thing that has ever happened to me.
I have to stop myself reaching out to brush the thing as it goes past, and restrain myself from following them as they sweep the house.
Damn, that was awesome.