Yes. That is a sheriff’s deputy or a sergeant or a “police guy” as Hewitt would say.

Why is he on my front porch?

Well, he’s smiling and I have time to take a picture, so you know it can’t be too terrible.

Although I admit it is rather difficult taking a picture with handcuffs on. I’m just kidding, Mom, you can relax now.

He was here to take down a report. Unfortunately today someone decided it would be a good idea to steal our outgoing mail. And that outgoing mail included seven packages of soap that people had ordered.

So we spent part of the late afternoon talking with Mr. Police Guy and part of the afternoon repackaging soap (that will remain on the front porch until the postal worker gets here). It was a very frustrating thing to have happen. But I’ve said it before, I’ll take this kind of trial (over cancer or kidnappings) any day.

I have to wonder about the person who took it. Were they just bored teenagers? Or were they trying to make some money? I wonder what the guy/gal thought when they realized they had committed a federal offense for soap! They probably won’t ever be caught, but at least we know to take precautions to protect our outbound packages.

And as a friend of mine said, “Sounds like they made a “clean” getaway!”

Updated to add: We knew the packages were stolen because we request a postal carrier pickup. The postal worker leaves a form that states how many packages were picked up. On this day, the postal worker picked up zero packages, even though we had set 7 out there. In addition, I sent Fletcher out to retrieve the bin that holds the packages – it was gone. Jim searched up and down our road hoping somebody had just dumped it, but nope!