But anyway, I was out delivering cookie dough with Mike the other day, and we had to deliver some to a model house in our neighborhood. We went there at 10 am and didn't bother looking at the sing with the office hours on it, so we didn't know it didn't open until 11. Well we parked, waked to the door, and went inside because it was unlocked just like it is when someone is actually there. No one was inside. I heard a buzzing sound, but I figured it was something unrelated, so I didn't pay much attention to it until it got really annoying. I asked Mike what it was, and he said it was the alarm. He didn't seem to care though, but we decided to leave before the cops got there.
We delivered the rest of the cookie dough (which was all in other neighborhoods, thank goodness) and came back to see if anyone was there yet. We didn't get out of the car, because when we drove past we saw a police car parked next to the house.
We went back home for a few minutes and then tried one more time, but when we came back there were no cars there at all and it was after 11 (this was when we saw the sign and realized the house wasn't supposed to be open the first time we were there), so we decided to just go back in a few hours.
A little later in the day, about 4, the guy who was working at the model house randomly decided to call and ask where the cookie dough was (kind of ironic that he should do this the same day we were delivering it... and right before we left the house!) Well since he knew our mom's name and didn't know mine or Mike's he called and asked for her, so of course, she explained to him about what had happened earlier and told him we would be there with the cookie dough in 15 minutes.
It turned out that someone else had been working there the night before, and when she left she turned on the alarm, but left the door unlocked. Then when we set it off that morning, the cops came and looked around but didn't see anything wrong and the guy was wondering all day what had happened. Then he suddenly decided he wanted something sweet and remembered the cookie dough he had ordered. He remembered our mom's name so he looked her up in the phonebook and called to see where it was, when she explained to him what had happened. Then he said it made his day because he would have a funny story to tell to his wife. And then... nothing eventful at all happened... *gasp*
OTHER RANDOM THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK: My English class was told that we were having this dumb library tour on Monday, but it turned out to be a tour of the library section of the college's website / I bought Disciple's new album "Southern Hospitality" / I shot people with paintball guns / I touched a $100 bill / I decided to post all my blogs as notes on Facebook to see if more people read them there / I ate some really l33tsauce cookies / KEEP ROCKIN AND NEVER STOP --MC
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