This morning, I was scheduled to have chemo, but shocker, my wbc count was down on Saturday when my blood was drawn so I will be waiting until next Monday. I'm happy about this one though, I REALLY didn't want to deal with it this week, and was thinking of rescheduling anyway.
Sorry, back to the story. So, I got a call about 9:00 from the resident Police Officer at the neighborhood I am property manager for asking me if I can come out there right away and open a unit for the Sheriff.
Me: "O.K...um, can I ask why? " He tells me that there are 5 Sheriff's Deputies there trying to serve a felony warant on one of my tenants and either no one is home, or they're not answering the door, so they're either going to wait for me, or break the door down.
Me: "Well, don't do that! I'm 15 minutes away, be there soon!" I get there and give them the key, still not really knowing why, but assuming it was serious. When they came out and were convinced no one was home (and the risk of gunfire was gone...whew!) I ask the police officer what she did. He tells me that this person took her children with her (a boy and a girl, both teenagers) to fight some people that had allegedly beat the mother up earlier. The beating was apparently given to the mother because these quality individuals (all men from what I was later told by another tenant) couldn't find her son & thought she was the next best thing.
Did she then call the Police and have them look for the people? No, that's too rational apparently!
Not only did she go to her house and pick up her CHILDREN to go retaliate, they brought a gun, a bat, and pepper spray to the party...really Mom?!
Let me add that when these tenants first moved in I had issues with her children and the "crowd" that they attracted to our neighborhood, and had numerous conversations with the mother warning her that if she didn't get her kids in control, we would have to ask her to leave because of the concerns of other tenants and myself. She played the pitiful, overwhelmed single mother of unruly teens card, and I bought it pretty hard. For the past 6 months or so, they have been model tenants and I haven't even seen her children, much less had any problems, so I thought everything was going smoothly. That never happens for too long in my job. It's always the calm before the storm! Anyway, I found out later today that the cops found her and have her in custody. Still can't find the minor son (who was already on probation), but she's in jail and so is the daughter. Nothing like bringing your children down with you and ruining their lives before they really begin, is it?
Now all I've got to do is figure out a way to evict them...non-violently! I really shouldn't joke about that, it is scary!
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