I came home from work early a few years ago in a little suburban ranch land neighborhood, only to see five or six cop cars and an unmarked parked in the street in front of my house.
I parked my car behind all the cop cars, told them that I lived there, and asked what was going on.
They said there was a report of a teenager prowling through yards and climbing over fences.
There were footprints in the snow leading behind my house, and they found a piece of paper in the backyard with phone numbers written on it...not written by me or my wife.
They followed the tracks all through the neighborhood, and they disappeared into the back door of the house across the street from me.
There was a plainclothes detective knocking on the door of the house, to no answer. The cop says loudly “We know you are in there, we just want to talk. Answer the door.
So the door opens and the teenager stands in the door. The detective is talking to him and everyone standing in the street, cops, neighbors, etc.:
DETECTIVE: What’s up?
KID: Just watching TV. What’s going on?
DETECTIVE: We have reports of people going though back yards, climbing over fences. You know anything about that?
KID: No, I have been watching TV.
DETECTIVE: Hm. Why are there footprints disappearing in your back door? Are those wet, muddy sneakers next to the back door yours?
KID: Yeah, but, I haven’t been outside.
DETECTIVE: Hm. (Suddenly reaches out to put his hand on the kids’s shoulder, but instead puts it on the back of the kid’s neck quickly) Really? If you haven’t been running around and climbing fences, why is your neck and head so sweaty?
He began to stutter and mumble, so the cops cuffed him and put him in as squad car as the detective came over to us grimacing as he wiped his hand on his pants, saying “Arggh. Need to wash my hands now.”
>>He began to stutter and mumble, so the cops cuffed him and put him in as squad car as the detective came over to us grimacing as he wiped his hand on his pants, saying “Arggh. Need to wash my hands now.”<<
Interesting story, but what’s your point?
Great story!
I was up at 4am Sat. night changing my baby’s diapers. I went to the loo, looked the window, and there was a homeless bum burning something in his hand, right in front of my house. A doobie? Crack pipe?
I sat there, watching.
Anyway, he loitered near my truck. It was dark and I could not see his face, but could see his head looking around up and down the street. I opened the window and said, in a low, low voice “Move on, boy”, and he did!
I’m glad he did. The next step was getting out the air rifle and popping him.
We have a lot of crime here. Police not interested.