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Is there something more frustrating than being halfway through a really long post, and then having your computer crash up on you? Yes, there is. It's a semi funny story that turns into a rant, I guess.
The evening started pretty normally, with stuff I do everyday. My girlfriend felt like eating at the restaurant, so I obliged. I don't normally like to sit next to a window when I'm eating, but tonight I'm glad I did. I'm glad, because I witnessed the most pathetic attempt at stealing a car, ever. My car's parked on the other side of the street, exactly in front of our table. Got through most of the meal, when I saw a "kid", who's age will remain secret for the moment, eyeing my car. Now, I'll admit it, it does look wild, being bright yellow it certainly stands out from a crowd, especially when there's still sunlight around (I won't say it was broad daylight, because it was about 5:30 pm). I've had people look at the thing before, but certainly not that way, going all the way around it, even looking through the side window. Pretty obvious what he had in mind, now. And then he does it, he takes a metal rod (pretty much a slim jim, as we call it) out of his jacket. Oh no, you won't, I think to myself... This isn't going to happen again. There's people on the sidewalk, cars driving by, and this idiot is going to slim jim a bright yellow car, at 5:30 in the afternoon? You're kidding, right? I didn't think twice, and pretty much ran outside. The alarm went off as he was messing around with his slim jim, but our little thief did not care. Nor did the people around, it seems, as no one seemed to bother. Except me, of course. Still too occupied messing up the paint on my door, he didn't notice I was now right behind him. I really wanted to kick his ass at this point, but I thought he/his family could be dumb enough to hold charges against me once we're down to the police station. I didn't kick his ass, but I grabbed him by the collar, and pinned him to the door. I'm a relatively big fella, at 6'3 and 210lbs, so he clearly wasn't up to a fight, at about 140lbs soaking wet. You know the face someone makes when he knows he's up to the ears in crap, and there's no way to get out of it? That kid had that exact face. My first words came out a bit like, "what the **** are you doing, you little piece of ****?" I swear, he was frozen to death with fear. At that time my girlfriend came out of the restaurant, so I hopped the little ****head on the back seat, and took him for a little joyride down to the police station. He protested all the way through, but I didn't care. I had a car stolen from me once, I wasn't going to let him off, so he could do it again, to someone else, or worse yet, to me.
The kid is 16 years old. SIXTEEN, goodness gracious. I was still trying to pick up chicks in school, when I was sixteen... It's ironic how a tough little kid will look exactly like that, a kid, and a crying one at that, when mom and dad come up to the police station, outraged at the thought of their son being a criminal. But it helps making people confess, I guess, because the kid admitted he, along with 4 other kids, were responsible for most of the car thefts in the area in the past 6 months. A wrecking yard was "employing" them to do the dirty work, then he'd cash in and cut up the cars. A chop shop employing kids who are 16 and 17, who are still pretty naive, and have all their life in front of them, to do that kind of ****? That makes me so mad, you just have no idea.
The good news is, there are now 5 brats going to juvenile court, and a crook most likely going to jail. Bad news is, there's still a bunch of scratches on my door. Oh well, at least there's still a car behind that door.
The evening started pretty normally, with stuff I do everyday. My girlfriend felt like eating at the restaurant, so I obliged. I don't normally like to sit next to a window when I'm eating, but tonight I'm glad I did. I'm glad, because I witnessed the most pathetic attempt at stealing a car, ever. My car's parked on the other side of the street, exactly in front of our table. Got through most of the meal, when I saw a "kid", who's age will remain secret for the moment, eyeing my car. Now, I'll admit it, it does look wild, being bright yellow it certainly stands out from a crowd, especially when there's still sunlight around (I won't say it was broad daylight, because it was about 5:30 pm). I've had people look at the thing before, but certainly not that way, going all the way around it, even looking through the side window. Pretty obvious what he had in mind, now. And then he does it, he takes a metal rod (pretty much a slim jim, as we call it) out of his jacket. Oh no, you won't, I think to myself... This isn't going to happen again. There's people on the sidewalk, cars driving by, and this idiot is going to slim jim a bright yellow car, at 5:30 in the afternoon? You're kidding, right? I didn't think twice, and pretty much ran outside. The alarm went off as he was messing around with his slim jim, but our little thief did not care. Nor did the people around, it seems, as no one seemed to bother. Except me, of course. Still too occupied messing up the paint on my door, he didn't notice I was now right behind him. I really wanted to kick his ass at this point, but I thought he/his family could be dumb enough to hold charges against me once we're down to the police station. I didn't kick his ass, but I grabbed him by the collar, and pinned him to the door. I'm a relatively big fella, at 6'3 and 210lbs, so he clearly wasn't up to a fight, at about 140lbs soaking wet. You know the face someone makes when he knows he's up to the ears in crap, and there's no way to get out of it? That kid had that exact face. My first words came out a bit like, "what the **** are you doing, you little piece of ****?" I swear, he was frozen to death with fear. At that time my girlfriend came out of the restaurant, so I hopped the little ****head on the back seat, and took him for a little joyride down to the police station. He protested all the way through, but I didn't care. I had a car stolen from me once, I wasn't going to let him off, so he could do it again, to someone else, or worse yet, to me.
The kid is 16 years old. SIXTEEN, goodness gracious. I was still trying to pick up chicks in school, when I was sixteen... It's ironic how a tough little kid will look exactly like that, a kid, and a crying one at that, when mom and dad come up to the police station, outraged at the thought of their son being a criminal. But it helps making people confess, I guess, because the kid admitted he, along with 4 other kids, were responsible for most of the car thefts in the area in the past 6 months. A wrecking yard was "employing" them to do the dirty work, then he'd cash in and cut up the cars. A chop shop employing kids who are 16 and 17, who are still pretty naive, and have all their life in front of them, to do that kind of ****? That makes me so mad, you just have no idea.
The good news is, there are now 5 brats going to juvenile court, and a crook most likely going to jail. Bad news is, there's still a bunch of scratches on my door. Oh well, at least there's still a car behind that door.
