I just had an interesting incident. I'm a guy in a wheelchair. Our house is about 200ft. from the road. I am home alone, it's dark, raining slightly and only a couple of lights were on inside the house.
I was on the computer and the front doorbell rang once. About 5 seconds later the outside screened storm door was opened (it was unlocked) and someone tried to turn the knob of the interior door. I was about 10 ft. away and I'm thinking "is somebody trying to break in"? Everyone that knows me uses a different door and always calls out my name. I grabbed my mace spray nearby and flicked on the sconce lights but nobody was there. My handgun was in a Fort Knox pistol safe in another room. No car in the driveway that I could see. I put on several more lights inside and outside the house.
I called the town cops and told them what happened and they said they would check it out. Thirty five (35) minutes later a cop showed up at the front door and we spoke through the screen door. I told him what happened. He seemed amused and he said "Well, what do you want me to do"? "It sounds like kids ringing a doorbell to me". I said "Yes maybe so but it's kind of unsettling to me, could you look around the perimeter of the house"?". He could clearly see I am in a wheelchair and I was a little rattled. I'm thinking I'm paying over $8,000 a year in property taxes and this is the absolutely useless police response I get?
Anyway, it got me thinking about that slogan "When seconds count the police are still minutes away". So true for me tonight. It was also a good reminder for me to hit the range. I haven't been there in a while.
I was on the computer and the front doorbell rang once. About 5 seconds later the outside screened storm door was opened (it was unlocked) and someone tried to turn the knob of the interior door. I was about 10 ft. away and I'm thinking "is somebody trying to break in"? Everyone that knows me uses a different door and always calls out my name. I grabbed my mace spray nearby and flicked on the sconce lights but nobody was there. My handgun was in a Fort Knox pistol safe in another room. No car in the driveway that I could see. I put on several more lights inside and outside the house.
I called the town cops and told them what happened and they said they would check it out. Thirty five (35) minutes later a cop showed up at the front door and we spoke through the screen door. I told him what happened. He seemed amused and he said "Well, what do you want me to do"? "It sounds like kids ringing a doorbell to me". I said "Yes maybe so but it's kind of unsettling to me, could you look around the perimeter of the house"?". He could clearly see I am in a wheelchair and I was a little rattled. I'm thinking I'm paying over $8,000 a year in property taxes and this is the absolutely useless police response I get?
Anyway, it got me thinking about that slogan "When seconds count the police are still minutes away". So true for me tonight. It was also a good reminder for me to hit the range. I haven't been there in a while.