She, or rather her household, must be/ have been.
She'd left for work about 7:30 pm. Her schedule is sporadic, being an assistant manager of a fast food dig. Her daughters are usually home during the evening, but had chosen this saturday nite (yesterday) to visit the mall.
Arriving back home at 9:30 or so, the daughters' first sign of foul play was lights on in the "apartment"-- mom doesn't do that ("didn't", she told me later that night; "I will now").
Now... too late for this time; maybe preventative if/when again...
The daughters approach the door cautiously. It's open. Mom CERTAINLY doesn't do that.
The house was in shambles. A new flat screen television, gone. Jewelry, ditto. Even little toddler video toys-- you know, anything appearing to have any value whatsoever.
Granted, shi+ happens. Especially in big cities like Houston.
But even here I've let my guard down. Maybe a bit abrasive with a total stranger being an a$$ in a store. A bit closer to light variety of road rage than the calm side. We've all heard the stories...
Three people live on the premise here; generally at least one of us is home at any given time, so chances are less that a smash-and-grab burglary like the one my manager above went through will go down here.
But probably not much less.
It is a wake-up call for me; a sign that it's time once again to make every effort to get the hell out of Dodge.
Corners just got sharper, and I'll be honing the blade with which I cut them, or tuning up the engine to take 'em faster if you prefer that analogy. Ol' Honest Abe will be feeling a stronger pinch.
Burglary of a house-- of someone's other than 'mine' to boot-- may not be TEOTWAWKI, but it's still not any world I care to inhabit. Add to that, that when TSHTF, big cities like h-town will be first in line to go totally chaotic.
I gots to get to them thar hills; it's only a matter of time before it's my house, or my car or pantry-- but time moves slower in some places.
That, and you got a lot more space to see 'em coming; you can get a better aim...
Stay alert, folks.
The Two Doves, 1869 (British)
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