It's pitch-dark and I'm snoozing like everybody else in the house when suddenly a flash light appears through the window, we hear a knock on the door and the voice says: POLICE.
It's freaking 4:30 am in the morning and we are trying to collect ourselves - I mean my housemates are collecting clothing in order to be presentable when it crosses my mind...oh sugar!...maybe they are here for me??? You know I've got this hobby of delivering gifts to my loved ones - I don't exactly bring them back to their owners...I like to scatter over the neighborhood so maybe it will grow into a collection?? Anyhow, I can see those 2 policemen don't have a sense of humor - I decide to take a very strategic sitting position (near exit) while my daughter - is going bizerk - I mean really: she's running all over the living-room, wild screams come out of her mouth and she's climbimg on the windows to escape..she obviously has problems with cops...Finally housemates and policemen have some kind of exchange...situation is cleared....wrong address....phew...Good I kept my cool!
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