Gotta get the eff out of Worcester. First the drug dealing neighbor, now this.
This evening, at about 1800, our doorbell rang. The Warden was with the Squire (our kid), so I answered the door. The Warden said it was probably my nephew stopping by to pick up some stuff we had set aside. That set me at ease and I opened the door.
Not my nephew. Here's a teenage kid, in a black hoodie, who, I hate to say it, doesn't look like he's from the neighborhood. He's about 5'6" and fifteen-sixteen years old, African American, and gave me an "oh shit" vibe when he saw me. Through the outer door (screen door in the summer), I ask him what's up.
"Um, my friends and I ordered a pizza and we're a few dollars short. Can you help me out?" he says.
"Sorry man, can't help" I said.
He missed a step on the way down my walk, turned right, and that's the last I saw of him.
I shut and locked the door. The Warden asked what that was all about. I told her that if I wasn't home, she probably would have gotten jacked, if not worse.
Called my brother in law who's a LEO. He said to call the WPD non-emergency line and report a "suspicious individual." I did. The officer I spoke with laughed and said this is the oldest scam in the book. He said he'd send a patrol, yadda yadda.
I had my snubbie on me. I realized just a few minutes ago that this was as close as I've come to needing it. Freaked me out.
This evening, at about 1800, our doorbell rang. The Warden was with the Squire (our kid), so I answered the door. The Warden said it was probably my nephew stopping by to pick up some stuff we had set aside. That set me at ease and I opened the door.
Not my nephew. Here's a teenage kid, in a black hoodie, who, I hate to say it, doesn't look like he's from the neighborhood. He's about 5'6" and fifteen-sixteen years old, African American, and gave me an "oh shit" vibe when he saw me. Through the outer door (screen door in the summer), I ask him what's up.
"Um, my friends and I ordered a pizza and we're a few dollars short. Can you help me out?" he says.
"Sorry man, can't help" I said.
He missed a step on the way down my walk, turned right, and that's the last I saw of him.
I shut and locked the door. The Warden asked what that was all about. I told her that if I wasn't home, she probably would have gotten jacked, if not worse.
Called my brother in law who's a LEO. He said to call the WPD non-emergency line and report a "suspicious individual." I did. The officer I spoke with laughed and said this is the oldest scam in the book. He said he'd send a patrol, yadda yadda.
I had my snubbie on me. I realized just a few minutes ago that this was as close as I've come to needing it. Freaked me out.