A few years back, I arrived home to a frantic landlord and a busted door. My $3,500 laptop and stash of vacation money was gone. Shit. Cops interviewed us and some CSI dude came to take fingerprints of various surfaces. He had the black powder and everything (he was no Warrick though). Sidenote: no matter how bad things are, the uniform is so hot. Maybe that is part of why they wear it. If I get married, I think I'm going to get an outfit for my husband. I wonder where the average person can get a bullet proof vest and a decent looking fake gun. Anyway, I digress...
Real Life Interjection: A young, tall, dark, and handsome cop just came into Starbucks! I'm not even kidding! Genuine, he's the perfect height for you! For all you animal lovers, his shoulder badge says he's from the Canine Unit. Just sayin'. Whoa! How did I not notice that a table of four of them are sitting right behind me?! Er... must be because I'm crazy about Lucky (Quick Fix?!!).
Anyway, I redigress.... back to my story. So the main cop interviewing me about the items missing from my messy room (embarrassing), told me which areas to stay away from and which items not to touch because the fingerprinting guy needed to dust them. Then he said, "As for the rest of the items in here, you should be able to put things back where they were." I told the guy that this is what my room looked like before. "Er... umm... oh." He thought my room had been ransacked. That's rough. This is the moment I realized I needed to keep my room cleaner.
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