I hadn’t planned on writing about this, but it makes so little sense that I can’t stop spinning it around in my head.
A group of hoodlums firebombs the home of an Edmonton family. Naturally, this upsets them and makes them rather nervous. A few days later, a note shows up in their mailbox saying sorry about that whole lobbing a Molotov cocktail at your house thing. It was an accident, we apologize for any damage, you weren’t the target and it won’t happen again.
That by itself is strange enough, but the reaction of victim Andrea Domes really puts things over the top.
“We had a hard time sleeping at night the next few nights, just wondering why it happened to us and if it was going to happen again,” she
told the CBC.
“And it just kind of put our minds at ease that we weren’t a target.”
I can’t decide if I wish I were this woman or not. On one hand it would be nice not having to worry about anything serious ever again, but on the other I’m not sure what it would be like to live in her brain. I doubt many people would be so willing to take a troop of hooligans at its word just because part of it can form a sentence and appears to have a heart. If this is me, I imagine I’m wondering if they wrote the letter to throw me off and make me feel secure so they can do something even worse next time. I’m not sitting there going oh goody, they wanted the neighbour, thank the lord.
She did submit the thing to the police so perhaps she cares more than she’s letting on and things aren’t as bad as they sound, but we’ll never know until the cops catch somebody and she has to decide how far to take the case. Until then, here’s hoping that a promise made is a promise kept.