Joan: Call in the boys from Quantico, we’ve got an UnSub on our hands!

There’s nothing like coming home from a late night burrito run only to find your home surrounded by police. I only imagine that finding a dead body in an ice machine or maybe hearing the toilet flush when you’re home alone could top that experience.


I try to get out of the car, but the lovely SJPD wont even tell me what’s going on, only that I should drive away and maybe come back in half an hour.


REALLY? There is a possible serial killer/ crazy drunk/ lovers quarrel going on and they expect me to leave? I want to see this sh*t go down!


We end up going to The Mini Gourmet (don’t let the name fool you) to debate all possible criminal scenarios going on at my apartment. Neighbors boinking too loudly? Someone set a cat on fire? The Zodiac killer resurfaced? All this was discussed over yummy grilled cheese, onion rings, fries, and nothing healthy. Thanks, Mini Gourmet!

(Turns out there was an arrest warrant out for someone and they tried to hide out in a dumpster. I liked my cat theory better.)