I got off work tonight to find a mean little note tucked under my windshield wiper accusing me of hitting a truck and then driving off while running errands downtown this afternoon. It was unsigned and sort of threatening, to tell the truth.
I was, indeed, downtown this afternoon. And I may have parked next to a truck, but I wouldn't swear to it. I'm pretty sure I didn't hit anyone. That's something I'd notice! As I'm thinking all this I walked around my car to make sure everything was ok (it was), and went straight back into the building to talk to the deputy on duty.
He looked up today's activity and no one had reported anything. So I reported getting a mean note left on my car, which the deputy took a copy of, and then got the heck out of town.
As soon as I got home I made Jon walk around my car too, to make sure I wasn't fooling myself, but he didn't find anything either. He said, "congratulations, honey, you have your own stalker!"
Hah. Ha ha. Hahahahahahahahahaha.... (not)
I'm now extra glad the local sheriff's station is located in the same building as my library. And that note? Is going in a plastic bag, all CSI-like, just in case.
Seriously. Doesn't this person have better things to worry about, like the cost of gas? Today's lunch special at the DQ? Lindsey Lohan's excessive partying?