A little scare

Yesterday I worked a 10 hr. shift... I was also pinch hitting in my new temporary promotion as asstistant manager (work calls them work leaders). Anywho... it was one of those days where some mistakes were made no big deal except it was a bunch of little no biggies that drove me crazy! I was tired and looking forward to some bar-b-qued chicken for dinner and going to bed. My cell phone rings and it's my brother from BYU Idaho. He sounds like he's in a tunnel and I can't understand him except for have to talked to mom or dad I can't reach them.

I hang up and call him back and we have a better connection. Evidently the fire department has been dispatched 2x to their house for a fire alarm and the police have been dispatched for a burglery alarm. No one not my brother or I can reach my parents at home or cell. I told him I can go over there but it's going to be a good half hour by the time I can get through rush hour traffic and such. Besides I wasn't about to go over there without my darling hubby. My brother informs me they are going to break down the door for entry since this is the second time they are coming out. Noe I am a little paniced.

We arrive my parents home, and the big old hook and ladder truck is parked out front. I am dreading the kicked in door, but thank goodness they got the garage keypad code and didn't break anything down. The 3 nice firemen explain they have searched the house and there is no fire and no burglery. And to my relief both of my parents cars are gone. I knew my dad was scheduled for the temple and didn't know if I should drive over there and interupt him or not. Meantime my brother is fielding cell phone calls in the middle of a class and I am telling the fire dept. I'm sorry for the inconvience and know they have better things to do.

Finally my mother calls and she is close to my house, I explain; and she says he's on her way. So Danny, Katherine and I settle down and I start to watch Bones my new favorite show and there is a knock at the front door, someone is trying to get in and has opened the front door. I tell Danny to get over there (you know strong muscle man of mine, besides he's trained in hand to hand combat from the marines). It's the cops! We explain what happened, he asks if we are the owners or live there. I tell him no we aren't and don't. He leaves. Mom comes home and calls the alarm company and all is well.

NOW MY BIG QUESTION.... Why?? Why did the cops and fire dept. let me in the home and stay there without any identification, or prove we were family. Not that I could prove I was related since everything is in my married name, but there are a bunch of pictures of Katherine on the walls so they could tell she was related somehow. No harm done, but I could have been a burgler or something. At least no one was hurt and no damage was done to the house. However I am sure my parents will get a nice little thank you note from the fire dept. and police to the tune of oh I don't know hundreds of dollars???