When I was 18, me and a friend had been asked to repair a broken window at our church. We got there and he realized he forgot the key. So, as two wise young adults, we figured the window was already broken, let’s just remove it and crawl in. It was about 8-9 feet off the ground and the ladder was inside. So we backed my mom’s big monster Oldsmobile station wagon up to the window. Just as he got in the window, it seemed the entire police department arrived from four directions. Lights and sirens.
There were at least six patrol cars.
It was pretty easily explained, especially when we showed them the glass and glazing putty inside the church.
“Ah…a Vista-Cruuser…to Cruise the Vistas” (Red Forman)