Jul 01, 2008 16:55
Great.
AC was great.
Coming home was just great (not a note, but a symphony of sarcasm).
The flight was quite delayed, which put us home at our apartment at midnight Sunday night. As Nesil turned the lock, he commented that it was really loose, and as he swung the door open, we saw why: the door had been busted open.
The doorjam and molding on the handle side was pretty much torn from the wall, and the wall opposite the door was dented from the doorhandle. Someone had kicked the damn thing open. As we came in, I glanced at our DVD and game shelves--they were all still there, so I could tell nothing had been taken. Then I tracked down all three cats, and they were lazing around, sleeping.
Whiskey tango foxtrot.
So, the door had been busted open, and the sliding glass door was unlocked. The best we could figure, after talking to the office that came out after I called, was that someone had broken in, gotten scared by something, and ran.
Damn damn dammity damn.