March 28, 2004

The Sunday Donut Bust

There are a couple of things that bring back this particular memory. First and foremost, its another gorgeous spring day. Second, I just went out and got donuts. Third, its Sunday.

When I was growing up, my parents and I had a tradition of doing something special on Sunday mornings for breakfast. We were never 'church people' so I think the family breakfast thing was our way of spending some quality time together. We'd make homemade waffles, stacks of pancakes or sometimes we'd go to a great bakery down the street and get donuts. On particular Sunday morning, we'd done just that.

As we were sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and munching on donuts, flipping through the papers and talking about whatever it was we usually discussed, we heard a helicopter. Not so unusual but it was persistent. It was almost as if it was hovering. We looked out the kitchen windows but couldn’t see anything at all.

A couple of minutes later we each thought we heard voices, almost as if they were being broadcast over a radio. And then in a faint reflection in a kitchen appliance, we caught the winking of blue and red lights of a police cruiser. Further investigation revealed that the police car was not alone – there were many, from the county, city and state and they were all blocking the street in front of our house. It should have been no surprise when we saw armed police running up our driveway, guns drawn.

As you can imagine, this was all somewhat surprising, to say the very least. But my mom and I reacted the way two normal people would. We just stood there waiting to see what was going to happen. My dad, on the other hand, felt as though he needed to be more proactive. Armed with only a powered sugar covered donut, he quickly ran out the back door and into the driveway. My mom and I were convinced he was going to get shot. Thankfully he wasn’t. No, he received a warning first.

“Sir, stop right where you are. Keep your hands, and the donut, where we can see them.”

I want to make sure you have the correct mental picture here. Suburban neighborhood, nice houses, gorgeous spring day, police helicopter circling over our house, somewhere around 15 police cars parked in front and 20 policemen, guns drawn, all watching my father hold a donut in the air.

It took very little time for us to prove we belonged there and that my father wasn’t planning on doing anything sketchy with his breakfast. After we’d all calmed down a little bit, we had a good laugh with the policemen. Most left quickly, the helicopter disappearing into the blue spring sky, cruisers off to respond to a real emergency. It wasn’t long before we pieced together what had happened.

That particular morning, a crew of workmen was responding to a cable problem in the neighborhood. Coincidentally, their equipment sent out a signal which tripped the silent alarm system in my house.

As frightening as it was at the time, the Silent Alarm Incident has provided almost endless amusement. There’s just some stuff in this world you can’t make up. “Sir, stop right where you are. Keep your hands, and the donut, where we can see them” is one of them.

Posted by Chris at March 28, 2004 10:01 AM

Ha ha ha ha ha!!! That is a GREAT story.

Posted by: feisty girl at March 28, 2004 10:49 AM

I was totally picturing Chief Wiggum from The Simpsons when I was reading that.

Posted by: Casey at March 28, 2004 10:58 AM

Ha ha ha! You're TOO much :)) Thanks for the great story!!

Why is everybody posting about donuts? It's making me hungry!!!

Posted by: Sweety at March 28, 2004 11:37 AM

Donuts can be dangerous weapons in the hands of the right people, you know. The cops were right to fear your dad and his donut.

Posted by: Dawnie at March 28, 2004 12:11 PM

Bwahahaha. That's an awesome story.
I think I'd have lost it in the driveway if an officer had told me to keep the donut where he could see it. They'd have had to arrest me in fits of laughter.

Posted by: Olive at March 28, 2004 1:40 PM

oh come know they were only there because they wanted some of that powdered sugar deliciousness. they can't resist a good donut *wink*

Posted by: tiffanie at March 28, 2004 6:57 PM

a cop saying "keep your hands, and the donut, where we can see them."

BWAHAHAHA! isn't it ironic? don't you think? a little too ironic ... yeah i really do think.

you know ... cops ... donuts. see, cops are always stereotyped as loving donuts. oh nevermind.

Posted by: tj at March 28, 2004 8:16 PM

That was a great story! Thanks for sharing. I can imagine that it is difficult to eat donuts without thinking about that particular memory.

Posted by: Nicole at March 28, 2004 9:56 PM

did your dad try to bribe them with the donut? because I totally would've tried.

Posted by: liz at March 29, 2004 9:22 AM

It's nice to know that the police are doing what they can to rid the world of empty-calorie breakfasts!

Posted by: Beth at March 29, 2004 9:31 AM

Beautiful. I love that story. Of course, I love any story involving donuts, but that one? Hilarious.

Posted by: Zoot at March 29, 2004 11:26 AM

Great story Chris! Keep 'em coming!

Posted by: Joe at March 29, 2004 11:33 AM

You have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. And you're just now sharing this story???

Posted by: Zandria at March 29, 2004 3:02 PM

That is one classic story, Chris. Beautiful.

Posted by: Shiz at March 30, 2004 3:20 PM