A Clean Crime Scene

It’s a dangerous world, getting scarier by the day. Some days, I am afraid to leave my bathroom. In fact, to be doubly safe, I have locked myself in there, from time to time. This has resulted in a frantic cellphone call to other family members with pleas for help upon which they arrive with a big paperclip with which they can unlock the knob. If they were not at home at the time, I might still be in there. There is a window which I might have been able to crawl through when I was ten, but I have put on weight since then.

The fear is everywhere, it seems. Even in the great state of Oregon where police responded with guns drawn after a woman reported a burglar was locked in her bathroom. That would scare the pants right off me, even if I was outside the bathroom where I would be expected to keep my pants on.

However, some good news. What the armed officers found when they arrived at the frightened woman’s home was a trapped robot vaccuum cleaner.

Police say they responded to the call from the woman who said she could see shadows under the bathroom door.

Thank God for law enforcement. Deputies surrounded the woman`s house, even requesting a K-9 officer for backup.

“Rustling” noises could be heard from behind the bathroom door, the sheriff’s office said. After multiple commands for the suspect to come out were ignored, police opened the bathroom door.

“With guns drawn, deputies open the door to encounter the suspect … an automated robot vacuum,” the sheriff’s office said.

The scene was cleared — and probably quite clean, too, said a newspaper story about this.

“We entered the bathroom and saw a very thorough vacuuming job being done by a Roomba vacuum cleaner,” Washington County Sheriff’s Deputy Brian Rogers said.

And while people are having a laugh over this, and I will too eventually, I think the more serious issue has to be the fact that robot cleaners are gradually taking over our lives. How long before they insist on cleaning the bathtub, while we are in it, or the toilet, while we are on it? Other horrors spring to mind. Robots changing our bedding while we are still asleep, insisting on doing our laundry while we are still wearing it, clearing the supper table while we are still eating.

So yuk it up if you feel the need.

I will supply the required worrying, as I always do, for both of us.

©2019 Jim Hagarty

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Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.