Pique N' Your Interest 

An unusual welcome to our new neighbourhood

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We opened the door.

Immediately she dropped her shoulder and tried to push her way in.

"She’s naked. You should probably call 9-1-1-," said my boyfriend.

We absolutely couldn’t leave her outside. It was freezing and she had no socks, no shoes and no underwear for that matter. A small jacket, unzipped, was all that she had to protect herself from the bitter cold.

Belligerently, she came inside and took a seat on our stairs, and it quickly became obvious that she was drunk and confused and angry and lost and sad. Once I realized we were in no mortal danger, the questions abounded.

How did she get into this state? Where were her friends? How did she get to our front door over snow and ice without any socks or shoes? And why, of all the doors in Whistler, did she choose to try and knock down ours?

One thing led to another and within minutes sirens were screaming down Highway 99 with the full entourage of police, fire and ambulance soon on our doorstep.

I had hoped that we could introduce ourselves to the neighbours by borrowing a cup of sugar but I suppose this was going to be our way of letting them know we had arrived.

The incident, which was quickly over as soon as the cops were on the scene, raised a number of concerns about what’s going on with young women in Whistler. But all those troubling concerns aside, this was my chance to see what our cops experience first hand on a regular basis.

Let me tell you, it’s not pretty.

When they were in boot camp in Regina, how many of them thought that they'd be ferrying home drunk people as part of their nightly routine, or dealing with the nonsensical verbal abuse from wasted partiers? Is that what they signed on for?

It turns out that drunk calls are a large part of what our cops have to deal with on a weekly basis. In this case, the female cop talking to the woman dealt with her in a compassionate and firm manner. I truly don’t know where she found the patience. I wouldn’t have been able to do it.

The young woman was taken home and handed over to a sober roommate and I suppose she’ll never remember what happened at our house that morning.

I, on the other hand, check and recheck my front door every night, and I have a new found appreciation for the stuff cops have to deal with in Whistler.

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