I’m not sure why you were parked by our mailbox. Nor do I understand why you waited till the kids came out onto the driveway to pull forward, take out a camera, and snap a picture then abruptly drive off.
Just so you know we called the police.
Whatever you were doing, it isn’t exactly normal behavior. But thanks for freaking out my kids who now don’t want to play outside and ask repeatedly why you did that. I wonder too. I have a few words to describe you, but those are better left to myself.
Unfortunately I was not present at the time of “the incident”, otherwise I would have hunted you down and force an explanation. And to your luck we have no solid description — other than a middle aged man, dark hair, sunglasses, light silver sedan.
Internally I have amassed insane scenarios — county auditor record keeping, real estate bargain hunting, weirdo loser photo taker, private investigator who sucks at what he does — but they’re all just conjecture. I hope when you’re caught you have a good story, and that your jail-mate girlfriend is a tender lover.