March 28, 2006
It takes a Thief
Have you seen that show on the Discovery Channel where they have a professional thief break into peoples' homes to show them what they need to do to make them more secure? It's always made me (Kim) feel a little uneasy to see how easy it is for professionals to break in, but I'm happy to say that Friday evening I discovered that our apartment is definitely safe. See, I accidentally locked myself out (we won't even go into that story)...As soon as I discovered I was locked out I went to the RLC's apartment (they're like RA's for grown ups) so they could let me in, but they were out. Then I went around and knocked on the doors of EVERYONE I knew in the building to see if I could use there phone to call security. They were all out too. Lucas was gone at the EFCA district conference. I wasn't even wearing shoes. We live on the third floor, it's a strong metal door. I was pretty much stuck. So I grabbed a book from our storage bin upstairs and sat in the hallway for an hour until a neighbor found me and offered to let me use her phone to call campus security. Then I waited another hour for them to get the message and come. Now I have to say I had heard some stories about the campus security guard taking his job a little too seriously, but I had no clue until I met him. He agreed to let me into the apartment, but he said he would need to see ID so that he could be sure I was who I said I was. Apparently I didn't look enough like the photo on my license (or barefoot women often spend two hours in the hallway reading the collected works of Flannery O'Connor just to break into the apartments of seminary students) because he asked me to tell him the address on the license. Now, it might sound stupid, but I could not remember, for the life of me, what our old address was. I took a guess, but it was instantly apparent it was WRONG. I began to panic (which made me appear less guilty, I'm sure). He finally asked me my birthdate (which I DID know) and let me off the hook...almost...He waited in the doorway until I put my ID away and then there was an awkward moment where we just stared at each other. He finally left...kind of...he actually waited in the hallway and listened through the door (to see if I was ransacking the apartment???). I watched out the window and it was almost 5 minutes before he left!!! On the upside, no thief will get into our apartment, on the down side, apparently, neither will I!!