When we left for Grapevine last night, it never occurred to me that we’d end up at the police station – but that’s exactly what happened.
We were almost to the library when we saw a pile of mail lying next to the storm drain. Joe stopped and I got out and got it, thinking that it had blown out of someone’s mailbox by the terrific winds we’ve been having.
But as I looked through it, it looked more like something that had blown out of a recycling box, because the envelopes were torn open. Then I came to the check that was written for … well, let’s just say … several thousand dollars. Again, I thought, someone carelessly put a canceled check into recycling.
No. It was a new check. Last week’s date and uncashed.
As I got back into the car, I said “I think we’d better go to the police station.” In the short amount of time it took to go the 2 or 3 blocks, I counted four more checks, although none as large as the first.
We turned it in, filled out our part of the police report then pondered about what had happened. Our guess is that someone had gone through some mailboxes (looking for cash?) and threw the rest out of their car window.
At the library, I told the clerk that I needed to pay for an item.. We had taken a Hank the Cowdog audio on our last trip and now I can’t find it. The clerk asked me if I was sure that I hadn’t turned it in – because there was no record of it being late. I thought I was sure, but then doubt was introduced.
You know, yesterday was an odd day.