We have lived in our quaint, little house on Campbell’s campus for about 10 months now.
Sometime last week, our washing machine started freaking out. Now, we rent. So I knew we’d have to let maintenance know that the washer was going–but I’ve rented long enough to know that putting in a maintenance request pretty much means you’ll see help ooohhh, in about 3 months. So I decided to dive into the washer, take it apart, and see if I could fix it myself.
I got it working. Are you proud? But it still made this god awful sound just after it would agitate, so I knew eventually it would go out completely. So an email was sent to maintenance at about 10PM.
The next morning (we’re talking before I even had real clothes on), maintenance was at the door, toolbox in hand. He pressed a couple buttons and backed away. “Nope. Not even going to waste my time. That’s your motor. The washer will need to be replaced.”
This was the day we were anticipating snow. I was sure these people had more important things to do than taking care of my washer (oh, you know–like salting sidewalks and making sure people’s heat was working). So I didn’t give it a second thought.
Later that afternoon the husband calls me. “Are you still at the store? They’re at our house with the new washer–they need you to come get the dog.”
Are you serious? Wow. Props to Campbell on that!
Anyway–so while the guys were installing the new washer (yay!), they needed the plumber for something. So they radio over to him, and when he asked where they were the guy replies:
The house on Dr. Mckoy where all that excitement was a few years ago.
I’m sorry, what?
Our sweet little house on move-in day
November, 2011.
The tenants of this house were three male college students. One of whom was an Iraqi war vet who worked part time at a gun store.
Well, that young man apparently stole several weapons from the store. When police came to talk to him about it, he was arrested. But he slipped out of the handcuffs (uh…seriously)? He then barricaded himself inside his bedroom in this house, with the weapons.
The school was put on lockdown and there was a three hour STANDOFF in my yard.
OUR HOUSE!
I know you’re thinking what I was thinking.
“So uhm. How did the story end” I asked timidly. “Please don’t tell me he shot himself in here.”
Luckily, the story had a peaceful ending. The guy surrendered and no one got hurt, thank goodness.
If you’re interested, you can find the news story here. If you click on the second video on the left hand side labeled “campbell students were stunned by standoff” you’ll get to see my lovely little house make it’s primetime debut!
Such a crazy story. Especially for a sleepy little town.
But my number one question is how had no one told us this yet? I mean, I know nothing actually happened–but no one felt the need to say “oh, so you live in the house where the swat team was hanging out a couple years ago?” Really?
OMG!!! That is crazy! I hate when there has been crazy things happening in a house your looking at an no one tells you!
Oh my word! That's crazy!
How crazy!! I'm so glad it ended peacefully though. It is kind of crazy that you hadn't heard about it before now, especially if it is such a quiet little town.
I still find this hilarious in a kind of scary way. Someone should have mentioned it! But at least it's easy for anyone in the Campbell community to know which house is yours!
Whaaat?! That's crazy!! Kind of a cool story to tell though 🙂
Your house is so cute! And I love that I got to hear this story in person. 🙂
Say WHAT?! That is BIZARRE!! Your house is famous! Will it sign my bra?!