A couple weeks ago we encountered one very strange afternoon.

It was about 2:30 when I was up on my bed, trying to work through a couple emails. I’d gotten behind on work because I’d been camping with the girls. I was deeply engrossed in looking for something when my husband came up and asked, ‘Aren’t you going to go get Zach’s check?’

Our son was gone for two weeks for a university photo class in Capitol Reef and had asked us to deposit his paycheck. Since it was now Friday, we figured it was time to do that.

I just needed to get this one thing done first.

Feeling annoyed that my husband had interrupted my train of thought and feeling that he thought my nose was always in the computer (it may be true, but It’s called work folks…it’s what I do), I was agitated as I closed my computer, task not finished, and bustled off down the stairs, grabbing the keys on my way to the car. I felt the need to express my annoyance in my irritated voice as we both walked out to the car.

I also decided to drive and this shoulder problem I have made itself known as I backed out of the driveway, turning the wheel, and I let out a low ‘Ow.

We proceeded down State Street and arrived at Zach’s place of business, which happens to be near the Orem City Center–the location of the library, police station, ball parks and stuff like that.

With check in hand, we headed off to the bank at the north end of town.

On our way down State Street, Dan gets a call from the 911 police dispatch. Apparently he’d somehow ‘butt-dialed’ the ‘Emergency’ 911 button on his phone. He still doesn’t know how he did it because his phone was locked.

We have no idea when he’d called or how long they were listening, but they must have at least heard me using my irritated+annoyed voice. There was no yelling on either part, just typical husband and wife irritated bantering. And who knows, maybe they heard me say ow.

So if you are unaware, when you call 911 and no one responds, they call you back and make sure everything is okay. He assured them it was all good and then we arrived at the bank.

While I ran into the bank, he gets another phone call informing him that the police were on their way to make sure things were okay.

What?

Okaaaay. They asked where he was, he replied, and we were told to wait.

We moved over under the trees and within a couple minutes we saw the police officer. As he was walking over, we saw another police officer on the side street.

What?

Apparently they’d just had domestic abuse training and were instructed to check out all possible cases.

I think they could tell from our laughing and waving as they were walking over that we did not fit into that mold, but still, it had to be confirmed.

Each officer took us aside and we shared our stories. Dan even told his police officer ‘she could take me.’ (ha ha) He also mentioned that our old neighbor of many years was so-n-so. He is also a police officer. If there was ever any evidence of inappropriate behavior, he would have known. You can hear everything. ;)

What we didn’t know, until I was talking with my officer, is that they were watching us via the GPS on his phone the whole time. I think the most hysterically ironical part of this whole story is that we drove just shy of the police station to pick up Zach’s check, which is across the street.

I can see how that might cause some concern when you don’t know what’s really going on. Perhaps I was driving to the station because of the ‘alleged abuse.’

I mean, really. What are the odds??? I’ve never picked up Zach’s check for him.

But here’s where it takes another strange turn of events. While I was talking with my officer, he had his hand up to his chest and was talking. I asked him what he was saying and then realized he was talking to dispatch.

After Dan and I had given our names, birth dates and phone number, we all got together and began chatting. Dan’s officer said, ‘What was this about a warrant for her arrest.’

What????!!!

In total disbelief, and with my hand to my chest, I exclaimed, ‘For me??!!!’ I’ve never even had a speeding ticket!

Imagine my relief when I found out it was someone my officer had just seen walk into the bank.  A person that they’d been on the lookout for.

How crazy was that???

I think Dan + I were just floored at that hour of time.

Our ‘dispute’ (can’t really even call it that) had led to the capture of someone they’d been looking for.

It doesn’t get much more serendipitous than that.

I’m just happy that we could do our civic duty.

 

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And now, because I feel naked without a photo in a post, here’s s picture from our weekend in Idaho Falls for Dan’s niece’s wedding.

This was one of the many views of the walk along the Snake River. If I could have just sat on a bench here in the shade of the trees and listen to the falls of the river, I would have been a happy camper.

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