Saturday night, Meghan and I were both up late. Meghan was blogging in the living room and I was watching Heroes in my room. At 2:30am we hear our buzzer go off. Meghan calls my name and I come out and we both shrug and head over to the door to see who it is. We thought it might be the other young people in the building who live downstairs who occassionally ring us to get into the building as we couldn’t think of anyone else who would drop by at 2:30am who doesn’t already have keys.
So, we open the door to see who it is before we buzz them in and it’s the Fuzz. And not a small amount of them. It’s at least 7 police officers standing in our little doorway. As Meghan sees the one in front bend down as if to pick the lock she buzzes them in. And up the stairs they come in pairs. The one guy who comes up solo apologizes to us for waking us up (oh silly fuzz, we weren’t sleeping) when we ask him what’s going on. He also says thanks since they couldn’t get into the building.
After they go upstairs, it gets really quiet and then we hear laughing and back down they come. They couldn’t have been upstairs for more than 2 minutes and down they all come again.
Just another reason that the night shift rocks. We could have completely missed the fuzz’s arrival in mass Saturday night, but instead, we were awake and mentally prepared to stand in the hallway and listen while Meghan held up an in visible gun in case they needed back-up. You’re welcome, fuzz.
