The closest I've come to getting arrested

In the spirit of full disclosure this entry isn't anywhere near as exciting as the title may have suggested.

Earlier today I was just sitting all alone in my apartment, diligently studying (aka facebook), when I was startled out of my innocent complacency by a loud, insistent banging on the front door. I assumed it was just someone from the building, as no one else ever randomly knocks on our door.

I was not expecting a big, burly police officer. I was certainly not expecting him to glare at me and say, "Well, come on."

Fortunately, my very confused look proved effective. He countered it with a skeptical look and asked if I was Hannah. Not being Hannah, I responded accordingly. After dragging out my ID and having it thoroughly inspected complete with multiple glances between me and my picture, it was firmly decided that I was in fact not Hannah.

However, the nefarious Hannah could still have been lurking in the apartment. I'm not sure where she could have hidden in the shoebox, but that Hannah is a tricky sort. Fortunately, proving that I was not Hannah seemed to have established some credibility, so I only had to assure the officer that Zach was the only other person who lived here, and no he was not home, no, no one else was here either, and yes, I was very sure.

After proving my non-Hannahness and asserting my awareness of who does and does not live in the shoebox with me, he grudgingly admitted that this might be the wrong apartment. And with that he was off to find the true Hannah. One other officer stopped by a few minutes later, but she was more immediately trusting of my nonHannahnimity.

So, I suppose today I am very grateful to my parents for not naming me Hannah. One, I'm glad to not share a name with the latest release from Disney's tween star factory. Secondly, and most importantly, being arrested or whatever they plan to do to Hannah would have been slightly inconvenient. Thanks folks!