It’s not often that I get a day off in the middle of the week, but it happened a few months ago. No daycare kids at all, and all my own (except for the baby) were at school. It was very nice.
So – I sat down in front of the tv and folded laundry while I binged on Supernatural. I was happily folding away while Ibrahim was jumping in his jolly jumper when I heard my house alarm alert me that someone had opened my garage door.
The first thought to go through my mind was that it was my brother-in-law come to borrow a tool or something…but I knew he’d have at least let me know he was coming. I got up to look out my window to see who was there…that’s when I saw some strange man coming out of my garage – and he was taking our recycle bottles!
I was so angry! I mean…it’s just my recycle bottles, but seriously, the nerve of the guy – to go into my garage and just take them?! So did what any rational woman would do – I ran outside and confronted him. By the time I’d gotten outside and run to the garage, he’d gone back in for seconds.
“Excuse me,” I screeched, “what do you think you’re doing?!”
He jumped, turned around and said, “I’m sorry, man, I’m just hungry man!”
The guy did not look hungry…or homeless. He was beefy looking and clean cut. He kept apologizing to me and telling me he was hungry…but there was a moment when something in his eyes flickered and my anger switched immediately to fear.
Here I was, alone…in my garage with a stranger who was bold enough to break in to it in the first place. I’d left both my house phone and my cell phone inside. No one knew I was there. My neighbours were all gone to work. The only person who knew I had gone outside would have been the baby…I realized that there was not a single person who could have helped me had something horrible happened…and so did he.
I backed out of my garage and told him to go…he kept apologizing and I said “Just GO!” and scurried back to my house.
Then I decided to call the police. They rushed over – seriously…there were like 4 cars that were here within minutes (as they considered it Break and Enter in progress I think). They found him (and my bottles)…and then gave me hell.
“What if he’d had a knife or a gun? What if he had beat or raped you… or worse?” they admonished me.
And they were right! What if something had happened? Why did I feel such an urge to go out and protect my stupid bag of recycle bottles?!