Conversation With Angie – Some With Myself!

I often talk to myself as I am sure most people do. No, I am not talking non stop out loud. Its for the most part still in my head.

I have known many policemen in my days, as personal friends and/or family members. I have learned from them many different ways to approach subjects to get a truthful answer, mostly with words.

For instance, Once I was vacationing at a family members house when I was very young, he was a retired policeman, He said ” You woke me up at three am this morning coming home”, I replied with ” No that was not me I was back around one am”. His wife smiled, and told me later ” you know he was a cop!”. That was the moment I realized he got the answer he wanted by picking at me.

Somewhere in my past I learned to read a house , my house, for things that are not right. Many have “tired and failed” to do things so that I will not notice.

I asked Tony “What time did you get up last night?” He replied “Two am” and added “how did you know I was up?” I told him “The pear core and the dirty dishes told his story”.

But once years ago he tried to fool me….

I have always been able to tell if someone has been cooking in my kitchen so Tony thought he could pull it off and I would not know a thing.

While I slept.

Tony cooked himself a couple of Hamburgers in the middle of the night,after I woke up and went to make my morning coffee I asked “Why did you cook again?”. This stumped him because he washed and put the dishes away. He asked “how did you know I cooked?”. I pointed at my stove top and said “I would never leave grease all over my stove like that”.

Another occasion is when The neighbor climbed through my living room window while I was gone, yes breaking in. Nothing was taken but I knew she had been inside my house the moment I walked in the door. First there was this feel, and then one thing was moved but only about one inch. My chair. After that day all my windows, no matter how hot [before I got a/c] were closed on the lower level of my house.

A few days ago I came home and something was not right. I can only think of one person that could have came inside this house. I am sure I left one thing on and it was off when I came back. Next time it won`t be so easy to get in.

I have been told buy a few people that I should work for the CSI unit, because I can tell a story from a persons trash can. 🙂

Maybe this is a hidden talent that I own.

By Andria Perry
Photo By Andria Perry