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Well, wouldn't you just figure? As soon as I posted that nothing of interest ever happens to me, something DID!
This afternoon, I was sitting at dad's house, peacefully knitting and watching a ballgame with dad. The doorbell rang. I answered it. A policeman was standing there. I think he was about 13 or so.
"Hi" I said.
"Hello. Are you Miz Nelson?" (I suppose he actually said Mrs. Nelson, but it sounded like Ms to me.)
"Yes?"
"I have a warrant for your arrest."
"HUH?" (I actually looked around behind me, thinking that maybe there was another "Ms. Nelson" standing there.)
"May I come in?"
"Uh, sure. But I think there is some mistake."
"No, no mistake. I have a warrant for your arrest for forging checks."
About this time my dad is there too, and he is NOT A HAPPY CAMPER.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
"I'm sorry, I am arresting your wife."
Okay, now things are getting REALLY weird. Dad is 85 years old. I was a late-in-life baby, and no WAY should this child be stupid enough to think I am dad's WIFE.
Dad starts sputtering somethingorother, and I am trying to shush him so I can get to the bottom of this.
"Sir," I say, "I think you have the wrong address or something."
No, he doesn't have the wrong address. He has a warrant for the arrest of Margaret Nelson for forging checks. At this address.
I say "Well, if she did, you are a tad bit late. She died some years ago."
Now dad is REALLY upset. Angry, actually.
Turns out someone named Margaret Nelson forged some checks and they couldn't find her since she gave a fake address. So somehow (online, I think, but I never DID get a straight answer out of babyface cop...I DID get out of him the news that HE was the one who "found" her. Figures.) He/they found mom (deceased) and decided she was THE Margaret Nelson who forged the checks.
I told him that even if a Margaret Nelson forged some checks, I am NOT Margaret Nelson anyway. That was my mom. He demands to see my drivers license. Um, now I am in trouble. I lost my drivers license and haven't gotten around to getting another one. I wasn't expecting to need it, you know? So I was waiting until a day when I felt like putting makeup on, on a weekday I was off, because those pictures are so awful anyway, why ASK for a lousy pic? Turns out that was a mistake. But who knew? :)
So dad is huffing and puffing and all upset and I am laughing and babyface is getting red in the face and the neighbor shows up to make sure everything is okay. I filled her in, and now SHE is laughing too. BabyfaceCop is getting redder in the face. Dad is telling me he is going to call a lawyer we know from church and then he is going to call the police chief, (he knows the police chief's father. Of course that was two police chiefs ago, but like I said...he is 85.)
Finally the neighbor on the OTHER side shows up to find out if everything is okay, and he takes charge and tells BFC to buzz off. That he has the wrong Margaret Nelson, the wrong address, the wrong EVERYTHING and that he had better toddle on back to the police station and get his facts straight. Or said neighbor is going to hit the department with a wrongful arrest suit and ensure all of our futures. Did I mention that neighbor 2 is an attorney? Well, he isn't. But he IMPLIED he was. He is a very nice man.:)
The whole thing was pretty hysterically funny, except that it upset my dad, no matter how much I tried to tell him how funny it was. He wasn't laughing, but the rest of us were. So we all sat down and had iced tea with lemon and watched the rest of the game.
Just before they left, we got a phone call from the police department, with abject apologies and a lot of backpedaling. Young, eager cop and so forth. Heh. I finally took pity on them and told them not to "plotz," we aren't sue happy people.
All in all, quite the eventful afternoon. Ah well, at least the neighbors and I had fun. Dad, not so much. :)
This afternoon, I was sitting at dad's house, peacefully knitting and watching a ballgame with dad. The doorbell rang. I answered it. A policeman was standing there. I think he was about 13 or so.
"Hi" I said.
"Hello. Are you Miz Nelson?" (I suppose he actually said Mrs. Nelson, but it sounded like Ms to me.)
"Yes?"
"I have a warrant for your arrest."
"HUH?" (I actually looked around behind me, thinking that maybe there was another "Ms. Nelson" standing there.)
"May I come in?"
"Uh, sure. But I think there is some mistake."
"No, no mistake. I have a warrant for your arrest for forging checks."
About this time my dad is there too, and he is NOT A HAPPY CAMPER.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
"I'm sorry, I am arresting your wife."
Okay, now things are getting REALLY weird. Dad is 85 years old. I was a late-in-life baby, and no WAY should this child be stupid enough to think I am dad's WIFE.
Dad starts sputtering somethingorother, and I am trying to shush him so I can get to the bottom of this.
"Sir," I say, "I think you have the wrong address or something."
No, he doesn't have the wrong address. He has a warrant for the arrest of Margaret Nelson for forging checks. At this address.
I say "Well, if she did, you are a tad bit late. She died some years ago."
Now dad is REALLY upset. Angry, actually.
Turns out someone named Margaret Nelson forged some checks and they couldn't find her since she gave a fake address. So somehow (online, I think, but I never DID get a straight answer out of babyface cop...I DID get out of him the news that HE was the one who "found" her. Figures.) He/they found mom (deceased) and decided she was THE Margaret Nelson who forged the checks.
I told him that even if a Margaret Nelson forged some checks, I am NOT Margaret Nelson anyway. That was my mom. He demands to see my drivers license. Um, now I am in trouble. I lost my drivers license and haven't gotten around to getting another one. I wasn't expecting to need it, you know? So I was waiting until a day when I felt like putting makeup on, on a weekday I was off, because those pictures are so awful anyway, why ASK for a lousy pic? Turns out that was a mistake. But who knew? :)
So dad is huffing and puffing and all upset and I am laughing and babyface is getting red in the face and the neighbor shows up to make sure everything is okay. I filled her in, and now SHE is laughing too. BabyfaceCop is getting redder in the face. Dad is telling me he is going to call a lawyer we know from church and then he is going to call the police chief, (he knows the police chief's father. Of course that was two police chiefs ago, but like I said...he is 85.)
Finally the neighbor on the OTHER side shows up to find out if everything is okay, and he takes charge and tells BFC to buzz off. That he has the wrong Margaret Nelson, the wrong address, the wrong EVERYTHING and that he had better toddle on back to the police station and get his facts straight. Or said neighbor is going to hit the department with a wrongful arrest suit and ensure all of our futures. Did I mention that neighbor 2 is an attorney? Well, he isn't. But he IMPLIED he was. He is a very nice man.:)
The whole thing was pretty hysterically funny, except that it upset my dad, no matter how much I tried to tell him how funny it was. He wasn't laughing, but the rest of us were. So we all sat down and had iced tea with lemon and watched the rest of the game.
Just before they left, we got a phone call from the police department, with abject apologies and a lot of backpedaling. Young, eager cop and so forth. Heh. I finally took pity on them and told them not to "plotz," we aren't sue happy people.
All in all, quite the eventful afternoon. Ah well, at least the neighbors and I had fun. Dad, not so much. :)