I can believe it. Kinda reminds me of the time someone broke into my buddy’s VW Golf by actually picking the lock on the trunk, climbing over (and breaking) the rear shelf and stealing some (but not all) chocolate candies he had in his center console. He even ate the candies in the car, there were wrappers all over the place.
In the distance I saw a police car approaching. Quickly I slipped into the driver’s seat of the VW Golf, shattered rear shelf remnants poking at my back. Heart pounding, I grabbed a handful of candies, hoping my impromptu candy feast would throw off suspicion. “Just a guy enjoying a snack,” I thought, praying the police wouldn’t dig deeper.
Rookie Officer Daniels and I rolled through the quiet streets, and his eyes widened at the sight of a small European car with a shattered rear shelf. “Should we check it out?” he asked nervously. Glancing at the driver indulging in candies, I chuckled, “Nah, just some late-night snackin’. Welcome to the quirks of the job, Daniels.” Oblivious to the potential connection to recent car burglaries, we continued our patrol.
Finally alone in the car, I eyed the wallet I had found in the glovebox with a mix of temptation and paranoia. “Easy money, or avoid the risk?” I muttered to myself. The dilemma weighed on me as I calculated the consequences. Taking it could mean a fatter wallet but also a certain police report. I hesitated, torn between greed and the fear of drawing unwanted attention to my nocturnal activities.
Like breaking into someone’s house, but instead of stealing their TV, I just upgrade it to a top of the line one and leave a mess of boxes and styrofoam so it’s obvious it’s been replaced in the middle of the night.
I can believe it. Kinda reminds me of the time someone broke into my buddy’s VW Golf by actually picking the lock on the trunk, climbing over (and breaking) the rear shelf and stealing some (but not all) chocolate candies he had in his center console. He even ate the candies in the car, there were wrappers all over the place.
Still baffles me to this day.
In the distance I saw a police car approaching. Quickly I slipped into the driver’s seat of the VW Golf, shattered rear shelf remnants poking at my back. Heart pounding, I grabbed a handful of candies, hoping my impromptu candy feast would throw off suspicion. “Just a guy enjoying a snack,” I thought, praying the police wouldn’t dig deeper.
Rookie Officer Daniels and I rolled through the quiet streets, and his eyes widened at the sight of a small European car with a shattered rear shelf. “Should we check it out?” he asked nervously. Glancing at the driver indulging in candies, I chuckled, “Nah, just some late-night snackin’. Welcome to the quirks of the job, Daniels.” Oblivious to the potential connection to recent car burglaries, we continued our patrol.
Finally alone in the car, I eyed the wallet I had found in the glovebox with a mix of temptation and paranoia. “Easy money, or avoid the risk?” I muttered to myself. The dilemma weighed on me as I calculated the consequences. Taking it could mean a fatter wallet but also a certain police report. I hesitated, torn between greed and the fear of drawing unwanted attention to my nocturnal activities.
That’s awesome!
Now I want to commit reverse crimes.
Like breaking into someone’s house, but instead of stealing their TV, I just upgrade it to a top of the line one and leave a mess of boxes and styrofoam so it’s obvious it’s been replaced in the middle of the night.
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