Reader’s Digest Version
Wednesday night:
Two cops show up at my door, asking me if I know a guy named “Bob”. I tell them yes, I do know a guy named Bob; I used to work with him and I saw him the other day…why?
Apparently the cops received a call earlier in the evening (it was then 8:30-ish), saying that a guy had been sitting in the parking lot since 1:30PM. When asked what he was doing, Bob responded that he was waiting for a “Jillian” and that he frequently meets a “Jillian” in the parking lot.
I do not meet Bob in the parking lot, EVER - I told the cops. They gave me the Reader’s Digest Version of a “Victim’s Report” and asked if I had ANYONE that I could call. (Farouza was gone for the week - she left that morning; all of my friends were out of town for Spring Break).
So basically I had a panic attack and called my parents. They said that they would be right there.
Anyways so my parents came up and I got into the car with my mother - we were pulling out of the parking lot when we saw 4 cop cars with their lights down at the end of my street. We go down there and they had Bob’s car pulled over. He was sitting in front of my apartment building! The cops told me to meet me down at the station.
So, does anyone here know what a ‘religious intervention’ is?
Apparently, Bob eventually said that he was not waiting for me, but for another girl that lives in the same apartment building, whom he is really good friends with. Apparently, this girl is friends with a LOT of Muslim people (including my roommate, Farouza), and anyways, the girl who is friends with Bob, well, her mother is VERY offended of sorts, that her daughter is hanging out with these Muslim people (She is Russian - no idea what religion).
So apparently the mother of this girl sent Bob to go and try and convince her to stop hanging out with these Muslim people. After a lot of phone calls, Bob was able to confirm this.
So why my name?
Because apparently Bob was not supposed to tell ANYONE about this, and that is why he lied to the cops. Wow, smart move there buddy. He apparently remembers seeing me walking around that area and knew that I must live nearby.
Apparently Bob was bored as well and was taking pictures with this cell phone. He had a picture of the parking lot. The cops asked him where I lived, and he pointed to the wrong end of the building.
Needless to say I took off the next day from work.
Mainly everyone’s reaction is the same: “That’s hard to believe”, or “I really don’t know what to say.”
All I have to say is that I probably had a way more interesting break that 99% of the people here at ISU. ;-)