[4740] in Depressing_Thoughts
I never could get the hang of Thursdays...
marthag@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (marthag@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Thu Jan 26 15:51:21 1995
So, I went out to buy some food, and I came home about two hours later.
When I went to put my key in the door, I noticed there was a large hole
where the lock cylinder used to be, and several pieces of my door were
on the hall carpet. I said to myself "That's odd, I know there was a lock
there when I left...."
So, training kicks in, I don't touch anything, walk out of the
building and around the corner to a pay-phone, dial 9-1-1 and tell
them what happened. Then I go back to the entrance-way of my building
and wait. A bunch of police cars show up in about 5 minutes (I live two
blocks from the main Cambridge police station), and 7 or 8 officers
troop in.
They quickly ascertain that my door is still locked and that the person
probably didn't get in (the backing of the deadbolt is still attached to
the door), and then they search the building. A couple of other doors
had been tried, and on the second floor there was an open door, and the
alleged robber was in the kitchen of that apartment. He had an
industrial size screwdriver down his pants, and the cylinder to my lock,
and some jewelry that belongs to the woman in that apartment in his
pockets.
When the evidence guy came down to take pictures of my door and to dust
it for fingerprints, he decided that my mezzuah obviously worked to
protect my door. :-)
Now, the only problem is that I can't get into my apartment...
