Home Alone...again

Tom had to fly out tonight for work again. Right before we left we had a fun incident in front of our house. Let me start out by saying I love my house, but I do wish it was in a different area. As most of you know, we live in a great town home in South Salt Lake. The neighborhood around us is a little sketchy. I hate walking the dogs alone because at least once a day some jerk drives by and feels it necessary to yell a derogatory comment out their car window. So tonight before I drove Tom to the airport we walked the dogs together. Some guy drove by and yelled at me out his window so Tom yelled back. The guy said he was going to kill him and then started turning around. Thank goodness a cop drove by, so Tom flagged him down and told him what happened. The cops main concern was that Tom yelled at him to get his attention and that is was disrespectful. He basically told him not to worry about it and that I should just keep my cell on me and they can always have someone at our house in 30 seconds. I was so annoyed that he made such a big deal about Tom yelling at him, shouldn't he be a little more helpful in the situation or at least act like it? A simple, "we will watch out for his car..." or something along those lines would have been at least reassuring. So I'm scared to drop Tom off at the airport for fear that someone is waiting for him at our house. Of course when I got back, I had nothing to worry about. Cops drive by every 5 minutes anyway, or they stay parked in the church parking lot across the street. For obvious reasons, I hate being home alone. I was almost asleep when the dogs started making noise which scared the hell out of me, then Tom called, now I'm blogging. I don't sleep good while he is gone anyway, so I might as well delay it as long as possible. (yes, I'm a wuss!) The best part is my parents have to deal with it every time Tom is gone. I can't walk the dogs without calling them and I always say, "OK if you hear me scream or if I say the code word you will have to call the cops and let them know where I'm at and that something bad has happened." Then I make them talk to me while I walk the dogs in circles in our side yard. I can't take them past the fence while Tom is gone because I'm a big scaredy cat.