We moved into the new neighborhood not long ago. The house is really nice, but not near as nice as the people that live in our little cul-de-sac. We are quite secluded from the rest of the neighborhood, let alone the rest of Stillwater. Hardly any traffic. Our last house was like having a track side seat at a NASCAR event. Plus, if anyone ever drove through, we generally knew who it was. Well, yesterday my wife goes out to check the mail and finds some rather personal information on the ground. Ours. We had shredded a pile of old paperwork, but somehow these "items" were not shredded. Why? I don't know. Most upsetting is the unfamiliar footprints around our mailbox. We have called the credit bureau and alerted our banks etc. Whoever did this will probably not end up impacting our life much. But it will make me tighten down the hatches a little more. I'm just glad that they weren't after something I couldn't replace. My family.
Friday, January 19, 2007
False sense of security
We moved into the new neighborhood not long ago. The house is really nice, but not near as nice as the people that live in our little cul-de-sac. We are quite secluded from the rest of the neighborhood, let alone the rest of Stillwater. Hardly any traffic. Our last house was like having a track side seat at a NASCAR event. Plus, if anyone ever drove through, we generally knew who it was. Well, yesterday my wife goes out to check the mail and finds some rather personal information on the ground. Ours. We had shredded a pile of old paperwork, but somehow these "items" were not shredded. Why? I don't know. Most upsetting is the unfamiliar footprints around our mailbox. We have called the credit bureau and alerted our banks etc. Whoever did this will probably not end up impacting our life much. But it will make me tighten down the hatches a little more. I'm just glad that they weren't after something I couldn't replace. My family.
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I am glad that none of your family did not get hurt by someone! However, are you sure that footprints are not made by a post-officer or your friends? I thought you have one nice and cool Japanese friend who is from Kyoto,Kameoka! Anyway, that is a scarry story!
Yeah, we are on a rural route (if anyone knows why, let me know) the person who delivers our mail drives up and leaves it in our box. She has never left the vehicle, as far as I know.
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