These Two Events Occurred Monday, June 10, 2013….at my house
The Mystery Man
After a very long day I arrived home a little after 9:00 p.m., it’s getting dark. There is a police car across the street from my house. The officer is walking up and down the sidewalk looking for something or someone. I pull into the driveway and Karen’s van is there but oddly enough the back porch light is off and not a single light is on in the house. I enter the house and all of the doors were locked but the alarm had not been set. My cowardly dog emerges from hiding under the dining room table to assure me she has everything under control. Keys, purse, cell phone, all on the dining room table but Karen is nowhere to be found. I’m thinking maybe she has gone jogging but she generally is back before dark and ALWAYS leaves an outside light on as well as lights on in the house.
After searching the basement and every room I glance out my bedroom window to see the policeman walking up to my front door. I immediately run to the door meeting him before he can even walk up to the porch. “What’s going on, officer?” I asked a bit concerned. He tells me the most bizarre story, “A man in a blue Subaru was backing out fast from your driveway. It smashed into that car parked across the street (there was an enormous dent) then sped away almost crashing into another vehicle. Do you know anything about this?” “What? My driveway?” “Yes. Do you know anything about this? It happened about 8:20, almost an hour ago.” Now I’m very concerned. “My wife is missing. She’s not here.” I gave him the jogging scenario and started thinking the worst. “Was there a woman in the car as well?” He told me he didn’t know. The witness just mentioned a man. I’m wondering if she was kidnapped. What was this man doing on my property and leaving in such a hurry to crash into a car and almost into another vehicle to get away? But if someone did grab her, why would the kidnapper allow her to first lock the back door? And if she was grabbed after locking the door to go somewhere, why would her keys, purse and cell phone still be on the dining room table?
Ten or fifteen minutes pass and I see Karen and Lori coming back from a walk, laughing and having a good time. I told her what happened and how worried I was. Her reply, “You get worked up too easy.” Right, I get worked up too easy. A policeman, a mystery man on our property, a car crash, no lights, no Karen, and I get worked up too easy. And that statement coming from a woman who screams if a bug races across her toes.
Our neighbor who lives two houses down owns a chicken. Every morning when the chicken is let out of her coop she passes by one house and then spends the whole day on our driveway, generally liking to sleep under Karen’s van. And every night the neighbor has to fight with the chicken because she doesn’t want to go home. Sometimes the chicken will hide in our thick bushes to escape, but the owner always prevails. Several hours before the “Mystery Man” incident, Karen started to get in her van but noticed the chicken right behind it. Starting up the engine and honking the horn did not deter the hen one bit. So Karen grabbed a broom, chased the chicken down the driveway and ran back to the van, but before she could put it in reverse the chicken was right behind once more. So, she had to go to another neighbor’s house and ask if he would take a broom and chase off the chicken while she made her getaway. So picture this, a grown man with a broom chasing a chicken down the driveway while Karen is backing up. And all this happened on one day.
Addendum: Whether there is a connection between the Mystery Man and the Chicken has not yet been determined.