...when the doorbell rang. I got to take 30 minutes out of my busy cleaning schedule this morning to be an official witness (I had to sign some forms and stuff) for some cops who turned up with a search warrant on one of our neighbor's kids. No one was home, and they couldn't track them down, so I got to be the stand-in to ensure that they didn't break anything and only searched the kid's (he's 23) stuff.
After that, cleaning the floor and shoving around the furniture just didn't seem as exciting anymore.
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