Jovi and Buddy gave us a house key when they went on their honeymoon since we house-sat for them. We knew their home security code and their secret password.
Or perhaps I should say we thought we knew their home security code and their secret password.
On Tuesday after work, Jovi and Buddy kindly gave us permission to go to their house to pick up some potent termite killer since Buddy has insider pesticide connections. Kinda like the termite mafia, but I digress.
So, we swung by their house, and ChickenWing entered the house while I gathered stuff from the car.
Next thing I knew, I heard a blaring alarm coming from inside the house, and ChickenWing strolls out the front door calmly saying, “I set off the alarm.” Very matter-of-fact. Extremely composed.
Trying not to panic, knowing that the police would soon follow, and knowing that Jovi works with the police and would catch grief for our mistake for years, I called Jovi on her cell phone to tell her what was happening and to ensure I knew the password to tell the customer service person when the alarm company called.
She told me the password, I hung up, and went into the blaring house to tell ChickenWing what word to tell the alarm people.
He looked at me, and said, “Oh. Well, they already called and I told them “Death Tortoise” (the name of our blow-up boat), and they immediately hung up,” in a very relaxed, matter of fact tone.
“AHHHHHH!”
I called Jovi back, completely riddled with panic, and told her the bad news. She told me to pretend I was her and call the number posted on the alarm sign in their front yard. “Perfect!” I thought, “I’ll get arrested for breaking and entering, AND impersonation.”
So, I did it. I called. I lied. And thankfully the police were called off.
Later I found out that poor Buddy (Jovi’s husband) had gotten a call from the alarm company and said that a guy name “Tony” had broken into their home and that the police were on their way. FYI: “Tony,” “Cory,” “Toby,” etc. are all very close to ChickenWing’s real first name, which he gave to the alarm company when they called (?!?). Buddy didn’t think of this association, poor guy. It’s a husband's worst nightmare – his wife is about to enter their home, alone, with guy named Tony waiting for her – and he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t get a hold of his wife because I was on the phone with her.
I feel sooooo horrible. And all this happened because of those nasty little boogers we call subterranean termites. And because we forgot the secret code. :)
Or perhaps I should say we thought we knew their home security code and their secret password.
On Tuesday after work, Jovi and Buddy kindly gave us permission to go to their house to pick up some potent termite killer since Buddy has insider pesticide connections. Kinda like the termite mafia, but I digress.
So, we swung by their house, and ChickenWing entered the house while I gathered stuff from the car.
Next thing I knew, I heard a blaring alarm coming from inside the house, and ChickenWing strolls out the front door calmly saying, “I set off the alarm.” Very matter-of-fact. Extremely composed.
Trying not to panic, knowing that the police would soon follow, and knowing that Jovi works with the police and would catch grief for our mistake for years, I called Jovi on her cell phone to tell her what was happening and to ensure I knew the password to tell the customer service person when the alarm company called.
She told me the password, I hung up, and went into the blaring house to tell ChickenWing what word to tell the alarm people.
He looked at me, and said, “Oh. Well, they already called and I told them “Death Tortoise” (the name of our blow-up boat), and they immediately hung up,” in a very relaxed, matter of fact tone.
“AHHHHHH!”
I called Jovi back, completely riddled with panic, and told her the bad news. She told me to pretend I was her and call the number posted on the alarm sign in their front yard. “Perfect!” I thought, “I’ll get arrested for breaking and entering, AND impersonation.”
So, I did it. I called. I lied. And thankfully the police were called off.
Later I found out that poor Buddy (Jovi’s husband) had gotten a call from the alarm company and said that a guy name “Tony” had broken into their home and that the police were on their way. FYI: “Tony,” “Cory,” “Toby,” etc. are all very close to ChickenWing’s real first name, which he gave to the alarm company when they called (?!?). Buddy didn’t think of this association, poor guy. It’s a husband's worst nightmare – his wife is about to enter their home, alone, with guy named Tony waiting for her – and he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t get a hold of his wife because I was on the phone with her.
I feel sooooo horrible. And all this happened because of those nasty little boogers we call subterranean termites. And because we forgot the secret code. :)
2 comments:
For penance Buddy said ChickenWing needs to help pour concrete. You forgot to mention that while you were panicking, my neighbor the Postal Worker was casually observing these strangers enter my home, set off the alarm and he continued puttering with his sprinklers. "Oh, did they set off your alarm?" Duh. "No, that blaring sound you hear is my egg timer." All good, all good. Those termites better be dead though. And PTL about your inspection!
Ah yes -- very important detail indeed! Not great watch dog neighbors.
At least he didn't go Postal. ha ha ha
ha?
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