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Wow, what a pleasant afternoon we've had with our local government.
Today we recieved a call from PENNDOT about a driveway onto our property. My dad was nearby (on the property, but not at home) so my mother took the call. She was very polite with the man who was making the call, and said that he would probably do best to explain the situation to my dad at a later time (ie, when he returned.) At this point the guy began getting very pushy and snotty, accused my parents of breaking the law, and that the drive we are using did not have the proper permits. My mother knew that this was false, and told the guy in no uncertain terms that she did not appreciate his attitude. Then she explained that the driveway was legal and that he had better do a bit more research before making false accusations. She then concluded the conversation, telling the man that she would go find my dad (somewhere on our +40 acre land) and that he (the caller) should call back in fifteen minutes. He never did, by the way.
So, off she went to find my dad. I stayed here at the house. She had been gone for about 3 minutes, I suppose, when an unmarked gold Dodge Dakota came up our drive, passed our house, and stopped at the garage. The driver appeared to be talking on a cell phone, so I assumed that it might have been the man who called looking for my dad. After he parked, I began walking back to the garage to meet him. I checked the truck for state markings but could not see any.
I got halfway there when I realize the guy has gotten out of his truck and is walking all over the place. There was a steel pile laying about 18-20ft (guesstimate) from his truck, and he was standing near or on top of it. My dad sometime tells people that they can have stuff or barters things out for his scrap steel or other parts, so I was kind of thinking that my dad probably told him that he could have something and he was just coming to get it.
At this point he turned his back to me and started heading in the direction of the garage. At first I wondered why he was doing an about-face from the direction I was coming, and then I saw why. Mom was coming from behind the garage and headed in our direction. Apparently, she had not been able to find dad.
The man greeted Mom with an abrupt "hello", and gave her a brisk (albeit brief, thanks to her) explanation as to why he was traipsing about our property. He claimed to be from the Census Bureau. At this point I finally got an eyeful of the guy. He was overweight, in his late 40's or early 50's, wearing a red stripedy polo shirt, ( sloppy and untucked), had a 5-0'clock shadow, and was carrying a GPS. A real sight. Not looking in any way professional. My mother asked, "well, then what are you doing all the way back here at the garage?" and then asked him to leave. He replied that he was "looking for houses" and that she had "better take a real good look at/in* my truck, I'm from the government," (exact words.)
This is what puzzles me most about the whole situation. There was no real reason to look at his truck for the reason he was implying. I had at first assumed that this was the man who called, so I had checked the parked truck as best I could to see if it was a gov't. vehicle. There were no marks indicating any such thing at all. (I know, I'm dumb... I should have gotten a license plate. I'm learning.)
*whether the guy said "at" or "in" his truck is a matter of debate. My mother said later that she remembered him saying "in", I remember "at".
Anyway, so the encounter continued. We weren't about to go anywhere near the guy's truck, as we couldn't determine whether or not he was telling the truth. After he said this, mom again stated that she didn't care if he was from the government, and told him again to leave. He refused, saying "I don't care if you like it or not. I'm here to verify your address."
At this point, my mother finally got frustrated with the fellow and turned to walk back to the house. As she did, she put her back to the man revealing the .38spl clipped at the small of her back . As I went around him from behind to follow her, I realized by the look on his face that he'd seen it. He blinked a few times, GPS in hand, and then asked with a stutter, "this is 10844 Loop RD, right?" My Mom gave an abrupt affirmative and kept on walking. I followed her. As I went past the parked truck to get home, I checked it out again for markings. There were none.
When we got back and inside the house, the guy turned around and came back, then parked his truck in front of our house for a couple of minutes. Then he pulled out and left.
When my dad got home and received all of this information, (his wife being the butt of the abuse both with the caller and the visitor) he was ticked. He called our representatives, and filed a report with the police. A courteous police officer responded to the call and took reports from myself, mom and dad. We told him that we feared it might have been some sort of weird hoax. He said that it was definitely legit and that he'd put it on file.
That concludes today's episode. The only reason I'm posting this is for discussion, critiquing, suggestions, and what I/we did wrong (I'm sure there are some things we could have done better.)
Wow, what a pleasant afternoon we've had with our local government.
Today we recieved a call from PENNDOT about a driveway onto our property. My dad was nearby (on the property, but not at home) so my mother took the call. She was very polite with the man who was making the call, and said that he would probably do best to explain the situation to my dad at a later time (ie, when he returned.) At this point the guy began getting very pushy and snotty, accused my parents of breaking the law, and that the drive we are using did not have the proper permits. My mother knew that this was false, and told the guy in no uncertain terms that she did not appreciate his attitude. Then she explained that the driveway was legal and that he had better do a bit more research before making false accusations. She then concluded the conversation, telling the man that she would go find my dad (somewhere on our +40 acre land) and that he (the caller) should call back in fifteen minutes. He never did, by the way.
So, off she went to find my dad. I stayed here at the house. She had been gone for about 3 minutes, I suppose, when an unmarked gold Dodge Dakota came up our drive, passed our house, and stopped at the garage. The driver appeared to be talking on a cell phone, so I assumed that it might have been the man who called looking for my dad. After he parked, I began walking back to the garage to meet him. I checked the truck for state markings but could not see any.
I got halfway there when I realize the guy has gotten out of his truck and is walking all over the place. There was a steel pile laying about 18-20ft (guesstimate) from his truck, and he was standing near or on top of it. My dad sometime tells people that they can have stuff or barters things out for his scrap steel or other parts, so I was kind of thinking that my dad probably told him that he could have something and he was just coming to get it.
At this point he turned his back to me and started heading in the direction of the garage. At first I wondered why he was doing an about-face from the direction I was coming, and then I saw why. Mom was coming from behind the garage and headed in our direction. Apparently, she had not been able to find dad.
The man greeted Mom with an abrupt "hello", and gave her a brisk (albeit brief, thanks to her) explanation as to why he was traipsing about our property. He claimed to be from the Census Bureau. At this point I finally got an eyeful of the guy. He was overweight, in his late 40's or early 50's, wearing a red stripedy polo shirt, ( sloppy and untucked), had a 5-0'clock shadow, and was carrying a GPS. A real sight. Not looking in any way professional. My mother asked, "well, then what are you doing all the way back here at the garage?" and then asked him to leave. He replied that he was "looking for houses" and that she had "better take a real good look at/in* my truck, I'm from the government," (exact words.)
This is what puzzles me most about the whole situation. There was no real reason to look at his truck for the reason he was implying. I had at first assumed that this was the man who called, so I had checked the parked truck as best I could to see if it was a gov't. vehicle. There were no marks indicating any such thing at all. (I know, I'm dumb... I should have gotten a license plate. I'm learning.)
*whether the guy said "at" or "in" his truck is a matter of debate. My mother said later that she remembered him saying "in", I remember "at".
Anyway, so the encounter continued. We weren't about to go anywhere near the guy's truck, as we couldn't determine whether or not he was telling the truth. After he said this, mom again stated that she didn't care if he was from the government, and told him again to leave. He refused, saying "I don't care if you like it or not. I'm here to verify your address."
At this point, my mother finally got frustrated with the fellow and turned to walk back to the house. As she did, she put her back to the man revealing the .38spl clipped at the small of her back . As I went around him from behind to follow her, I realized by the look on his face that he'd seen it. He blinked a few times, GPS in hand, and then asked with a stutter, "this is 10844 Loop RD, right?" My Mom gave an abrupt affirmative and kept on walking. I followed her. As I went past the parked truck to get home, I checked it out again for markings. There were none.
When we got back and inside the house, the guy turned around and came back, then parked his truck in front of our house for a couple of minutes. Then he pulled out and left.
When my dad got home and received all of this information, (his wife being the butt of the abuse both with the caller and the visitor) he was ticked. He called our representatives, and filed a report with the police. A courteous police officer responded to the call and took reports from myself, mom and dad. We told him that we feared it might have been some sort of weird hoax. He said that it was definitely legit and that he'd put it on file.
That concludes today's episode. The only reason I'm posting this is for discussion, critiquing, suggestions, and what I/we did wrong (I'm sure there are some things we could have done better.)