November 22, 2011

Yesterday was the first full business day of my return, and that meant doing the first business-y things in the queue; but I got most of that stuff squared away in a timely fashion, so today was just a regular old work-day.

I made some significant progress on my day-job project (praise heaven) – working up a bit of momentum that kept me chugging away well after dark. And I even squeezed in a chat with my agent, which is always good for the soul.

I know I’ve been promising Big Announcements and Awesome Reveals for the last couple of months, but you just have to trust me – things are happening. News is coming. Ever since September, my life has been very duck-like … which is to say, calm and a bit dull on the surface, but with furious paddling taking place below the waterline. Soon, all of this aforementioned paddling will be revealed – and a duck belly plus wildly waggling webbed toes shall be lifted to the light for all to see.

I do believe the metaphor’s usefulness has officially expired.
Moving on, then.

Today I cleaned the fish tank, did some housework, went to the bank, aggregated some quarters for laundry, got a leaky tub faucet fixed, and called the cops to report that my neighbor’s car had been broken into.

The cops didn’t care, because I didn’t see the crime happen. I only knew (a). that it happened, (b). when it happened, and (c). where it happened.

I went to Subway to get a sandwich and all was well, but on the return trip I walked past this same car (parked right under my apartment) … and its window had been bashed out – and its interior rifled through. I couldn’t have missed the event in question by more than five minutes.

So I called the cops on their non-emergency line. The woman who answered the phone very kindly, very politely, very hastily … told me to go away. I didn’t know whose car it was, only that it belongs to someone who lives nearby. I didn’t see the crime take place, and couldn’t describe a witness. No, they wouldn’t deploy anyone to check it out, not until the car’s owner called in the crime.

And I get it, I really do. I didn’t expect an APB and a SWAT team. Just maybe … I don’t know. Idle curiosity.

But – as I put it to the nice woman on the phone – I could tell them where the car was located, and provide her with its make, model, and license plate. When the owner eventually DOES call in the problem, at least they could add to the police report that the incident occurred around 3:10 in the afternoon. You never know. It might be useful.

(And anyway, couldn’t they look up the license plate and maybe inform the car’s owner that it’d been breached? It’s been pouring down rain all day. If it were MY car, I’d like to know about it.)

The nice woman assured me that my information wasn’t useful at all, and that the Seattle Police Department had no intention whatsoever of making any note of any of this. Sorry. And then she thanked me for my time and hung up.

So … okay. Whatever, I guess.
That was all the excitement in my day.

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13 thoughts on “November 22, 2011

  1. PixelFish

    It’s really depressing. They don’t even show any signs of encourage proper citizenship or community feeling.

  2. Yeah, I mean – I didn’t expect an APB and sirens a’blazing or anything, but maybe just … like, make a note of it? Contact the car’s owner – how hard can that be, when I’m ready to hand you the license plate number?

    Meh.

  3. The Conspiracy: She was in on it. O.o

  4. It’s good to see that our tax dollars aren’t wasted on silly things like theft. I’m glad that all those parking violators and non-felonious speeders are getting the full attention of the law.

    *heavy sigh*

  5. Okay, so… when I go to Seattle, I won’t drive.

  6. This is sad and a bit dumb of them. On the flip side of the coin, though, when my brother and I were in Seattle (we’re from Vancouver) his car was broken into and the cops couldn’t have been more awesome. They called a glass repair shop for us, filed the report and sent a copy of it to my brother’s insurance company on his behalf.

    So the moral of the story is: y’all are nicer to Canadians.

  7. If you wanted to, you could find out which elected local official has oversight of the police force and write them a letter to complain. Hell, for the past three years I’ve done my semi-annual, “if you see something out of the ordinary that may be a crime, please report it” speech during our council meeting. Too many times have I heard the line, “Well, I saw (something connected to a crime that looked suspicious), but didn’t think anybody would do anything about it.” No, all that stuff does help our police force solve crimes. In fact, it’s the major way they do it.

    That clerk should have thanked you and said they would send someone out when they could to tag the vehicle. JobFail.

  8. Ellen

    I’m not surprised. I called Seattle PD on 911 to tell them that my upstairs neighbors were fighting, and that I heard furniture being knocked over, and a woman screaming. THREE HOURS LATER, they showed up. If she’d have been bleeding or dying up there, I’d have been better off calling her a cab. No lie.

  9. In Bellingham I think they would have at least lied and said they were writing down the details. Hahaha. We’re just THAT close to Canada.

  10. Jeremy

    Catching parking violators and speeders puts cash in he city coffers through enforcement of fines. Investigating theft does not.

    Follow the money, in justice as in all things.

  11. Galena

    That is really sad. I’m glad my local police didn’t do the same thing when MY car was broken into while I was on vacation. Someone in my apt complex called it in, and I got a call from the police while on my drive home to let me know that they had a report that my window was shattered and my car had probably been rifled through (but ha on the the attempted robber, because my car was a p.o.s. and I kept NOTHING in it), and to call in to them when I got home so they could meet me and write up a report.

  12. Where I live (San Jose, CA), you can’t even call stuff like that in, however, they do have a website where you can report it. I don’t know how much good it does in the long run, maybe they send more patrols by the area, or it goes into some statistical database that makes our car insurance cost more.

  13. Vicki B.

    What about a certain black kitty? I bet she liked watching you clean the fish tank, especially if she got to look at the fishies. My friend said her cat was eyeballing her new fish too much. It made her so nervous she gave the fish to a friend. She has a picture of him practically sticking his curious nose right into the bowl.

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