Duengeon master wrote:Very close, almost in New Jersey.
Oh, thank god, you are still human.
My place was ransacked once. Called the cops, they sent out a detective and an officer. The detective was a nasty nasty man. He proceeded to interrogate me, "Who are your enemies? Whose wife did you sleep with? He was inside the place, with his hands on my dresser, wanting to ransack the place himself.
The officer said it was probably kids.
The next day I come home and two suburban housewives were standing in the driveway, looking distraught. The perps were a dangerous gang of 3 five-year olds. One of them had sung like a canary under pressure from his mom.
They were the kids of the owner of the Gund Teddy Bear toy company, who lived next door in a huge pink mansion.
The owner came by and cut me a check. Can't make this stuff up.
I called the jerk detective and rubbed it in a little.