Damn. Another Cop Story

I just have to tell this stupid story.  It is bugging the hell out of me and no one seems to understand my displeasure about a recent event.  I have even thought of writing a letter to the Editor to warn Greg and Lisa that the sheriff's office is looking for them.  Maybe.  Maybe not. 

This was my day a few weeks ago.  I am doing light duty around the house and talking to my daughter on the phone.  I look out the window and see a sheriff's patrol car sitting at the stop sign across the street.  It sits there and sits there for a very long time.  I say to my daughter, I wonder what is up with that officer?

Finally it crosses the intersection that has had no other traffic in some while and drives slowly by my house.  He is looking very hard at my house.  I think he may be lost.  Maybe I should go outside and see if he needs directions.  Nawww..

I look out a few minutes later and he is driving slowly by again, gawking at my house.  Then I hear on the scanner that he should go one street over.  Just by happenstance that would be the street directly behind my house and the only place where one can actually see the back of my house.   

I watch him drive by a couple more times and then I forget about it and get busy with something in the kitchen.

About 20 minutes later the doorbell rings and rings again.  At the same time comes a hard steady fist pounding on my front door.  I thought the door was going to be knocked down before I could get there and I was only in the kitchen.  This same officer is standing at my door pounding until I finally get it opened.

I open the door and say hello.  He does not.  He shows me a hand-printed form that is truly illegible.  I could not make out what type of form it was.  He pointed to one of two words on the form that were legible.  The word was Greg (last name scribbled in two-year-old style).  He says do you know him?  I say, no.  He points at the second word somewhere else on the form.  That word was Lisa. (again, last name illegible).   The words Greg and Lisa were clearly printed but the whole rest of the form a scribbled mess.  Could this have been a ploy in order to knock on my door?  hmmm... He says, do you know her?  No, I say rather hesitantly.
 
 He says OK and starts to walk away.  I call out to him, Are they supposed to be at this address?  No, he says, I was just wondering if you know them.

I am left standing there, saying, to myself of course, what the heck was that about?    My other story about a run-in with the police left a smile on my face.  This did not and I am still asking myself, WTF?  Yeah, Greg and Lisa.  You better watch out.  The cops are closing in.

Question to the Sheriff's Department:  What the hell is up with the Gestapo style pounding on my front door?  What if I was on the toilet?  What if I was in the shower?  Would you have kicked my door in?  It sure seemed that way.