Mirax and I were driving home from Vegas last night when we get a call from the alarm company that the alarm at our place was going off. We were still 20 minutes out so we asked them to send out an officer to check the place out. When we arrived the officer had just arrived (glad we weren't in immediate danger!). He checked around the house and then I unlocked the door and he did a very thorough sweep of the house (with us waiting outside). He came back out and said he couldn't find anyone or find signs of forced entry but that one room appeared to have been "disturbed." My heart sank as he led me back toward my office. We go into my office and he points to the carnage...
...which was actually piles of post-Comic Con props and costumes and pre-Celebration 5 junk....
Sheepishly I say, "it was already like that."
He shook his head, called it in and wished us a safe evening.
When do you know your office is REALLY a mess? When the police think a burglar ransacked it and no one has touched it but you.
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...which was actually piles of post-Comic Con props and costumes and pre-Celebration 5 junk....
Sheepishly I say, "it was already like that."
He shook his head, called it in and wished us a safe evening.
When do you know your office is REALLY a mess? When the police think a burglar ransacked it and no one has touched it but you.

