Here's a fun little event that happened not too long ago, just thought I would share.

So after my divorce I stay with my dad at his how for a couple of months until I get my own place (of course changing my address for my mail both times). A few months later my brother comes back from living in Orlando and stays with him for about 4 months.

One day my dad is at work and my brother is home by himself. He was upstairs on the computer when he heard a knock at the door. Actually it wasn't so much as a knock as it was a fist pounding on it. He went down stairs and the pounding came again. He yelled "Alright I'm coming!" and opened the door. Immediately the person on the other side started to push in, he instinctively thought home invasion and shoved back. The other person yelled "Open up, police!" so my brother stopped pushing and they rushed in.

Officer: Do you know (my name)?!
My brother: Yeah, he isn't here.
Officer: Do you know where he is now?
My brother: No, probably at work.
Officer: Do you know he's wanted for murder in Atascosa county?
My brother: Umm...no?!

At this point they are ransacking the house and generally making a mess looking for me. Supposedly I killed a guy for some reason or another (he was probably snoring!). After they realize I'm not there they regroup and go over their paperwork. My brother is still talking to them and happens to glance at it and says "Ummm...you guys know you have the wrong address right?"

They stare at him for a sec before dismissing what he said, but radio back and double check. Sure enough the address wasn't even close, not to mention the guy they are looking for is 43 years old :P They realize they have the wrong place AND the wrong guy (same name though) and call it off. My brother is outside and he sees the SWAT van and 4 police cars, then 6 guys come from the bushes and the backyard. I can just imagine if I would have been there, that would have given the neighbors something to talk about seeing SWAT leading me out in handcuffs! LOL

Oh, and my dad was super pissed when he got home (he's a neat freak).

Thankfully you weren't there...

Now that's cool as hell. I would have gave them HELL for a screw up like that. Seriously... the WRONG address???? Isn't that kinda the first step in the process of going on a bust... getting the address?

That reminds me of something that happened to me.

I was in my nice apartment on the pond with the giant fountains shooting in the air, in my beautiful city in south Florida.


I decided to do some laundry,I popped on my little hoodie jacket, as it was a little nippy out, and I was wearing only a sports bra, and shorts, grabbed my basket, and headed out the door.

I walked down to the little laundry room they have on site less than half a block from my door. I put in my laundry, and put in my quarters as usual.


As I walked out of the laundry room, I remembered that it only takes this machine 15 minutes to do my laundry, so I stood at the pond, admiring the scenery, and looking at the ducks.


About 8 mins later, I hear a car door slam behind me, and hear footsteps in the grass.

I turn around to see a officer in plain clothes behind me,wearing a bullet proof vest,shiny, gun drawn, down on one knee, and telling me to put my hands on my head, and get down on my knees.

I immediately cant believe my eyes, and dont even react.

The officer says (stupidly) to empty my pockets.

Im pull my pockets out revealing some forgotten socks, and 2 pairs of thong panties, and I go.. nervously.. "you want my underwear"?

I just was so puzzled, and couldnt think of anything else.

Meanwhile I realise, that there are 5-7 police cars with police standing by theyre cars, some with guns drawn, as I remember, and a swat van.

I was about 20 years old, 5'2 and weighed all of 98 pounds.

I said: "Whats this about"

He took his gun down hesitantly, and said, there was some gang activity, and "gang members" spotted in the area.

After that, he didnt even ask me my name, I dont know what finally clicked in this guys mind, but he then apologised, picked up my panties, and haned them to me, signalled the other guys to stop doing whatever the hell they were there for, and walked me to the curb.

They were gone as quickly as they came.

I just walked back to my apartment shocked, and plopped down on my couch, like "what the hell just happened"?

That was the wierdest experience ever.