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A story of coincidence and chance
May. 16th, 2005 10:10 amIt occured to me that I hardly ever tell this story. I think because I'm still scratching my head over it, 15 years later.
When I lived with my ex (the good one) we had a roommate. Actually we had a few on and off, but he was the one who lived there almost the entire time I did. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but he had his own friends and we didn't interact much socially. When we were home he mostly stayed in his room.
Anyway, I had been living there for about four years when X and I staggered home from the pub one night and walked into the living room to find CDs scattered all over the living room floor and the CD player and VCR were missing. We flipped -- as you do -- and called the cops.
A few minutes later one of our neighbours came to the door to tell us the roommate was at his place hiding out. He re-emerged when the cops showed up. The police took a short report, promised they'd be back during the day and left.
The story we got from the roommate was that he had been in his bedroom and heard thumping coming from upstairs. (The bedrooms were in the basement.) He assumed it was us home early, but after a while he started wondering why me were making so much noise. So he went upstairs and the main floor was freezing. He walked to the front door, realized it was open and went to close it -- and interrupted two guys who were walking up the stairs.
He then slammed the door and ran downstairs to his room. And hid. After about an hour, he went out the back door and over to our neighbour's place, where he called the cops. Our neighbour reported seeing a strange car in the parking lot out back, but he'd thought nothing of it until roommate had showed up at his door.
OK, so we'd had a break-in. It happens. We were insured, so we'd be able to replace the things that were missing.
( This is where it gets weird. )
When I lived with my ex (the good one) we had a roommate. Actually we had a few on and off, but he was the one who lived there almost the entire time I did. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but he had his own friends and we didn't interact much socially. When we were home he mostly stayed in his room.
Anyway, I had been living there for about four years when X and I staggered home from the pub one night and walked into the living room to find CDs scattered all over the living room floor and the CD player and VCR were missing. We flipped -- as you do -- and called the cops.
A few minutes later one of our neighbours came to the door to tell us the roommate was at his place hiding out. He re-emerged when the cops showed up. The police took a short report, promised they'd be back during the day and left.
The story we got from the roommate was that he had been in his bedroom and heard thumping coming from upstairs. (The bedrooms were in the basement.) He assumed it was us home early, but after a while he started wondering why me were making so much noise. So he went upstairs and the main floor was freezing. He walked to the front door, realized it was open and went to close it -- and interrupted two guys who were walking up the stairs.
He then slammed the door and ran downstairs to his room. And hid. After about an hour, he went out the back door and over to our neighbour's place, where he called the cops. Our neighbour reported seeing a strange car in the parking lot out back, but he'd thought nothing of it until roommate had showed up at his door.
OK, so we'd had a break-in. It happens. We were insured, so we'd be able to replace the things that were missing.
( This is where it gets weird. )