I've got a bit of a story for everyone tonight.
It's 2:30 AM, and I'm up browsing AC, writing some Java, and up to all my usual late-night shenanigans (read: nothing exciting whatsoever). Now, my apartment has a pseudo-deck that's sort of like a patio. All the apartments' patio-decks (for the purposes of this post, that's a thing) are surrounded by a planted area of shrubs, bushes, and trees. This planted area is somewhat cordoned off by shrubs and a slight concrete 'railing' around the patio-decks, and isn't intended for any common use.
So I step out onto my patio-deck for a minute to take in some crisp Seattle air, and unbeknownst to me there's actually someone in the bushes about twenty feet away. One of the third-floor apartments turns a light on, and illuminates the person. They crouch down pretty quickly, but weren't ever looking in my direction. The light goes off, and I can barely make out their figure among the shrubs; it seems like they're lurking around one of the patio-decks. I know there are Seattle PD officers in the area — there almost always are — and so I decide to make the call. Fast-forward three or four minutes, and three squad cars roll up and meet me street-level. Three friendly, professional, and relatively young-looking SPD officers get out, and I explain the situation. I point out the area of interest, and we head down into my building and go through my apartment for better access to the planted area. I have a nice desk near the sliding door to my patio-deck, on which my computer monitors are set up. As we walk past it to head outside, I hear from the officer behind me: "hey, Android Central. Cool. I'm on that site all the time."
Moral of the story, folks? Represent yourself and Android Central well, it's a much smaller world than you might think.
You never know who you'll end up talking with.
Pat
It's 2:30 AM, and I'm up browsing AC, writing some Java, and up to all my usual late-night shenanigans (read: nothing exciting whatsoever). Now, my apartment has a pseudo-deck that's sort of like a patio. All the apartments' patio-decks (for the purposes of this post, that's a thing) are surrounded by a planted area of shrubs, bushes, and trees. This planted area is somewhat cordoned off by shrubs and a slight concrete 'railing' around the patio-decks, and isn't intended for any common use.
So I step out onto my patio-deck for a minute to take in some crisp Seattle air, and unbeknownst to me there's actually someone in the bushes about twenty feet away. One of the third-floor apartments turns a light on, and illuminates the person. They crouch down pretty quickly, but weren't ever looking in my direction. The light goes off, and I can barely make out their figure among the shrubs; it seems like they're lurking around one of the patio-decks. I know there are Seattle PD officers in the area — there almost always are — and so I decide to make the call. Fast-forward three or four minutes, and three squad cars roll up and meet me street-level. Three friendly, professional, and relatively young-looking SPD officers get out, and I explain the situation. I point out the area of interest, and we head down into my building and go through my apartment for better access to the planted area. I have a nice desk near the sliding door to my patio-deck, on which my computer monitors are set up. As we walk past it to head outside, I hear from the officer behind me: "hey, Android Central. Cool. I'm on that site all the time."
Moral of the story, folks? Represent yourself and Android Central well, it's a much smaller world than you might think.
You never know who you'll end up talking with.Pat
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