I have been vigilant in my efforts to report burned out street lights, watching and reporting vehicles that I don’t recognize as belonging to homeowners on our street. Again, I would like to publicly apologize to Gary Cartwright Construction Ltd. And the Charmer’s parents visiting from Minnesota but would it kill them to place a “we come in peace” bumper sticker on the back of their trucks to avoid any future hassles?

Then yesterday after pacing the halls I noticed something out of the corner of my eye on my front porch and I stopped, dropped and rolled my way over to it. It was a box the size of a Christmas Tree with “Big Daddy Office Chair” in bold letters across the cardboard.

How the hell did this get on my front porch during my shift? How did I not see the truck, the delivery guy(s) that hauled it up here?

This box could hold (among other things), two or three “bad guys,” weapons of mass destruction, fifty years worth of supplies for MacGyver, or a new office chair I was unaware had been ordered.

I can hear the conversation now, “CSI Hastings, you are so fired.”