I got home from work last week, and I had at least ten people in my backyard.
I thought someone had been hurt, and I worried about my partner and kids, until I saw my partner amongst the crowd.
They all seemed to be looking at my air conditioner unit. I pulled into the driveway and asked why all these people were kneeling near my air conditioner unit. My partner told me someone had run into it. I saw definite motorcycle marks leading up to and into the air conditioner. I asked if anyone had heard or seen anything, however no one was speaking. I was getting ready to flash my badge when I remembered I was off duty and at my own home. This was not a crime scene, however it looked like a hit and run. Someone hit my AC unit with their motorcycle and took off. I yelled upstairs and told my daughter to get her butt outside. She walked outside, raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her middle. I asked if she knew anything about the motorcycle tracks leading to the air conditioner unit? She looked at me and asked if she had a driver’s license, and then reminded me I was a police officer. I wasn’t ready for her sarcasm. I told her she wasn’t allowed to have the hoodlum she called a boyfriend at the apartment without her mother and I being home. She wanted to know why I thought it was him, and I knew I had seen him slinking out the alley when I was pulling in. She yelled fantastic while stomping back into the apartment and screaming at us.