Well, that was...something
Mar. 19th, 2012 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyI was going to do a load of laundry. Business as usual, right?
Oh, no....
So I go to turn the washer on and nothing happens. Okay, don't panic. The breakers have been known to trip when there's stuff going on at that end of the house. I check the box, nope, everything there is normal.
Okay. For a variety of reasons, my washer was plugged into an extension cord which ran from the front corner of the garage, catty-corner to the washer. It's been that way for at least ten years, and if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?
At this point, I thought to check the extension cord. I figured maybe something fell off a shelf and knocked it loose, or a squirrel chewed through it, y'know, random shit.
There was NO extension cord. it wasn't loose, it wasn't damaged, it was flat-out GONE.
This gives me cold chills, because in order to do that, they would have to not just open the garage door to unplug it, but follow it all the way back to the washer (where the washer's plug was lying there forlornly).
I called the sheriff's department. After fifteen minutes on hold, I reported my burglary, and they sent a pleasant young man out. I mentioned that this was not the first thing to disappear. (In addition to my missing mailbox, an old baker's rack I had flower pots sstored on walked off a couple months ago.) Unfortunately,, the garage door is so old and funky there was no chance of getting prints from it (Where's Horatio Caine and Co when you need them?!), no I'm basically SOL there.
I did, however, take a few minutes to bring him up to speed on the Neighbors From Hell, and he's going to keep an eye on things, and pass the word to his colleagues.
Meanwhile, I need a new extension cord, and I need to get a handyman out to do something about that garage door. I can't afford to replace it, but if I can immobilize it to restrict access, that should solve the problem.
This used to be a nice, quiet neighborhood. Those were the days....
.
Oh, no....
So I go to turn the washer on and nothing happens. Okay, don't panic. The breakers have been known to trip when there's stuff going on at that end of the house. I check the box, nope, everything there is normal.
Okay. For a variety of reasons, my washer was plugged into an extension cord which ran from the front corner of the garage, catty-corner to the washer. It's been that way for at least ten years, and if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?
At this point, I thought to check the extension cord. I figured maybe something fell off a shelf and knocked it loose, or a squirrel chewed through it, y'know, random shit.
There was NO extension cord. it wasn't loose, it wasn't damaged, it was flat-out GONE.
This gives me cold chills, because in order to do that, they would have to not just open the garage door to unplug it, but follow it all the way back to the washer (where the washer's plug was lying there forlornly).
I called the sheriff's department. After fifteen minutes on hold, I reported my burglary, and they sent a pleasant young man out. I mentioned that this was not the first thing to disappear. (In addition to my missing mailbox, an old baker's rack I had flower pots sstored on walked off a couple months ago.) Unfortunately,, the garage door is so old and funky there was no chance of getting prints from it (Where's Horatio Caine and Co when you need them?!), no I'm basically SOL there.
I did, however, take a few minutes to bring him up to speed on the Neighbors From Hell, and he's going to keep an eye on things, and pass the word to his colleagues.
Meanwhile, I need a new extension cord, and I need to get a handyman out to do something about that garage door. I can't afford to replace it, but if I can immobilize it to restrict access, that should solve the problem.
This used to be a nice, quiet neighborhood. Those were the days....
.