Wednesday, May 17, 2006

To The Dirt Bag Who Stole My Weed Wacker;

What the hell! My weed wacker! And did you have to kick in my garage door just for a weed wacker. It wasn’t even a good one. I’m sure there are other weed wackers out there that would have fetched far more at the pawn shop. You didn’t take anything else, not the radio, bikes, other tools, old furniture, lawn mower, skis, golf clubs; nothing but the dam weed wacker. You son of a bitch!

Then to add insult to injury, they send some 22 year old Adonis of a cop out to investigate. I’m already feeling a little insecure that my house has been broken into by some stranger and now they send Fabio with a flat top and gun belt to investigate. I’m surprised Shotgun hasn’t had badge #79 out for a little follow up investigation.

It’s not like we live in a bad neighborhood. Sure, there are some shady characters around but, nothing criminal. Although, it was not fun talking to the police officer in the back alley while the neighbors of questionable immigration status and the creepy guy from the apartments were keeping an eye on me.

All this because some guy decided he didn’t need to pay for a weed wacker like the rest of society.

3 comments:

Shotgun said...

Um, Driver, how about that spell check you've been telling me so much about? Also, does anyone else think it's a little fishy that almost the entire time the nice looking man of the law was here I was stuck in Back Seat Baby's room putting her to bed?

Shotgun said...
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Shotgun said...

There, I fixed those spelling errors. I feel better.