One day while I was making these crazy little handbags from gourds in the garage, a neighbor of mine saw me and got really scared. She got so scared in fact, that her actions following the "sighting," snowballed in to a strange chain of events. Let me explain.
Like any other family, our trash goes out once a week for pick up. One week we noticed a "homeless guy" going through our trash on the curb. No one else's...just ours. We never see the homeless in this area of suburbia California but Dad, nonetheless, gave him $5 bucks and thought nothing of it. Then about a month later our trash simply dissappeared. Our bags mysteriously taken out of the recepticle bin with no trashman even coming to get it. At this point we figured the guy had returned and taken our trash for himself. Then reality hit.
While I was out showing my sparkling purses to a few boutiques, two men made a visit to my house. One approached my brother and said, "We got a report that someone living here was wearing a hazmat suit and was terrorizing the neighborhood." He flashed his FBI badge, and the second man, his Homeland Security id. Since my brother had no idea what a hazmat suit even was, he snatched Dad to answer their questions. He rats me out and tells them, "Oh yeah that's my daughter...She wears it while working on her purses the garage.Wanna see?"
"Really? Sure," answered the FBI agent. He was clearly relieved at how easily this call was going.
Dad opens the garage, let's them walk in and points to my makeshift workshop. Meanwhile, the Homeland Security agent scanned every container and label in plain sight within seconds. Dad find's the suit and holds it up. "Here's the suit right here." he announced. "Wanna take it?"
The agents burst out in laughter. " Naw I think we're good here," they assured him. Then they told him about the nosey neighbor who didn't like all the protective gear they saw on me, and how they then reported me to them. They have to check every report they get, so here they were.
Getting home I couldn't believe my ears. Suddenly however, it all made sense. Why our trash had gone missing and why we had a random "homeless" person sifting through our garbage. Of course, like the agents said, everything was fine and they had no further suspicions about us or the report.
3 months later our trash did dissappeared again.
Like any other family, our trash goes out once a week for pick up. One week we noticed a "homeless guy" going through our trash on the curb. No one else's...just ours. We never see the homeless in this area of suburbia California but Dad, nonetheless, gave him $5 bucks and thought nothing of it. Then about a month later our trash simply dissappeared. Our bags mysteriously taken out of the recepticle bin with no trashman even coming to get it. At this point we figured the guy had returned and taken our trash for himself. Then reality hit.
While I was out showing my sparkling purses to a few boutiques, two men made a visit to my house. One approached my brother and said, "We got a report that someone living here was wearing a hazmat suit and was terrorizing the neighborhood." He flashed his FBI badge, and the second man, his Homeland Security id. Since my brother had no idea what a hazmat suit even was, he snatched Dad to answer their questions. He rats me out and tells them, "Oh yeah that's my daughter...She wears it while working on her purses the garage.Wanna see?"
"Really? Sure," answered the FBI agent. He was clearly relieved at how easily this call was going.
Dad opens the garage, let's them walk in and points to my makeshift workshop. Meanwhile, the Homeland Security agent scanned every container and label in plain sight within seconds. Dad find's the suit and holds it up. "Here's the suit right here." he announced. "Wanna take it?"
The agents burst out in laughter. " Naw I think we're good here," they assured him. Then they told him about the nosey neighbor who didn't like all the protective gear they saw on me, and how they then reported me to them. They have to check every report they get, so here they were.
Getting home I couldn't believe my ears. Suddenly however, it all made sense. Why our trash had gone missing and why we had a random "homeless" person sifting through our garbage. Of course, like the agents said, everything was fine and they had no further suspicions about us or the report.
3 months later our trash did dissappeared again.
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