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05 May 2010 @ 11:07 am
Girl Detective  
Yesterday when Jim came home from work he announced there was a box of junk on our doorstep. I went out to look, and on top of a box of miscellaneous mostly joke items but a few DVDs and some paperwork was an empty padded mailer addressed to me.

The mailer was something I had been expecting from swaptree.com (though I had expected a book inside it); the rest of the junk was unfamiliar.

Police were telephoned. One arrived, prodded the stuff and said it wasn't worth enough for him to be bothered about, leaving us to dispose of it.

Sleuth that I am, I read the label on the box and on the paperwork and got a name and partial address. The phone book provided a number. The box owner didn't live there anymore, but now lived in our neighbourhood, and this was his new phone number. So another call, the the neighbour arrives. The box of stuff had been stored in his carport down our alley.

Aha! Mail thief had struck our house and rolled down the alley, grabbed the box to see if it held anything interesting, gotten bored with it and dumped it somewhere nearby (though the DVDs in there were surely worth more than the book that the thief took which sells on amazon for a penny). Then someone saw my address on the envelope and dumped the box on our doorstep.

So, no book but at least no box of junk. Today I will take the empty envelope to the post office and whine at them.

Too much excitement, especially after I had witnessed a drug deal half a block from our house the afternoon before.

I hope there's no point in staying tuned for further adventures. That would be good.
marzipan pigmarzipan_pig on May 5th, 2010 06:44 pm (UTC)
I love the contrast b/w my neighborhood and yours in this story :)

I am glad there was nothing too bad going on!
Neile Grahamneile on May 5th, 2010 06:55 pm (UTC)
Our part of Ballard has become a popular place for drug dealing in the last few years--I think because it looks like there aren't people home during the day and it seems safer to do hand-offs in such a four-square city-suburban area. I see a lot of cars sitting around until another one comes along, there's a brief convo and handshake, then the cars disappear. When they notice me in my office looking right out at them, they tend to move on.

The rash of mail theft has been going on a while, too.

There's definitely more than lots of dog-walking going on around here these days! Still, no one has left their used works on our doorstep like they did when we were living in Fremont.