This morning when I arrived at work, three police officers were there.
There was an accident at the intersection and my video surveillance caught it. They spent a good hour going over video feed and preparing the evidence.
We have a bunch of cameras...
My window looks out on this busy intersection...
It was exciting! And sad. The video showed a guy on his bike crossing against traffic--and this poor woman slammed on her brakes--but it was too late.
The guy didn't die, but he's seriously injured in the hospital.
In other Salt Lake City CSI news...
My Uhaul van was stolen a couple of weeks ago.
This couple comes in and claims to be married. They rent the van in her name and take off.
And they never return.
Such. A. Headache.
I have called and called and called and threatened and annoyed and texted and emailed and facebooked and called.
Fast forward two weeks--my regional manager found the van! Minus a few expensive parts.
If you happen to know a Katrina Jaatinen--skinny blond from California--or an Anthony Williams--tall and dark--hangs around Provo--likes to haul scrap--Tell them I'm looking to put them in jail for grand theft auto.
Bet you never thought managing a storage facility would be so exciting.
Another "I wish I had taken a picture of this" moment. A transient came by the other day. Looked to be about 30, long beard, long hair. Dark tan. Twinkle in his eye. Old dirty clothes. And a dog perched on his shoulders like a parrot. I can imagine him hopping a train for parts unknown with his satchel and his dog. He was like something out of a book.
Today, Salt Lake City just feels like the wild wild west.
And I love it.
Today I'm grateful little adventures that make life interesting.