So here we sit working on a first assembly and someone tries to break into the building. It gets more and more aggressive. We look out the peep hole, some drunk dude in a suit is working very hard to get in, trying the punch code on the door over and over. Yanking on the door, stumbling around. We call 911. After about 10 minutes of the attempt getting more and more aggressive three cop cars come and they cuff him and take him away. Now Sam is back at work editing. Fun stuff.
One Response to “31 hours in – Had to call 911”
First, Martha assessed the situation – she is accustomed to drunks jumping up and looking in the windows late night. (Uh…at the office. Or you know. Whatever.)
But this guy wouldn’t go away. Stumbling, trying the keypad, strangely suited up and really trying hard to yank the door open…to an increasingly disturbing level of intensity.
But no knocking. No “hey, I work here” kind of sanity. We waited a good 7 minutes (and wisely locked ourselves in the flimsiest room on earth room) before calling 911. Denise handled the call like a champ as the attempts on the door got even more violent.
I have to say – the Portland police were on the scene quickly and [as we could hear everything through the door] I can report that they were more than reasonable and patient with the strange, suited fellow.
Ultimately, he wouldn’t tell them how he got there, why he was there, or where he thought he was going. He couldn’t/wouldn’t even tell them where he lives.
They cuffed him – but the entire time the officer was remarkably polite and genuinely kind about it. And they didn’t even arrest him…just escorted him to the detox/overnight drunk tank. No harm no foul.
So what I’m really saying is:
Thanks.
Thanks drunk dude.
Thanks for waking us up at the 31st hour and getting the adrenaline pumping enough for us to get the hell out of there.
Nighty night.