Wednesday, December 07, 2005

The day I called the cops on the FBI

A couple years ago I was living in a house with a friend from my sorority in college. This friend had recently applied to be in the FBI. As you probably know, the application/interview process is pretty thorough. They asked her about me since I was living with her and told her that they would be interviewing me. She told me to be expecting someone to show up out of the blue one day, probably at work and to ask me lots of questions about her.

Well, a few weeks go by and I had all but forgotten about this. I should also probably mention that at this time either she or I (we don't know if it was one of us, or both) had, for a lack of a better word, a stalker. Someone would come to our house at night and bang on the windows waking us up from a dead sleep. Sometimes he would take a branch and scratch it against my bedroom window, which sounded really creepy, especially given the fact that there was no tree in close proximity to my window whatsoever.

At that time I would leave work every day at noon, and go home and eat lunch there. One day I was at home, alone, and there was a knock at the door. Well, I don't ever answer the door unless I know who it is, so I just ignored it and went about eating my lunch. The person kept knocking and knocking. Finally they left. Or so I thought. About 15 minutes later the knocking resumed. This totally freaked me out. I went to one of the front bedrooms and peeked out. There was a car parked right across the street and a man in it...watching me! I panicked! I called my mom to ask her what to do. She told me to call the police, so I did.

By this time it was time for me to head back to work, so I went into the garage, got into my car, locked the doors, then opened the garage door and left. The next day at work, a man from the FBI showed up to interview me. And then it hit me. I had called the cops on the FBI!

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