To start off the bad evening, I just had been to the secretary of state's office to renew my licence. So I had a temp. My brother, friends fiance, and self were going to check out a local show, (21+) and because of the pictureless temp., the bouncer wasn't letting me go in. My older brother sneaks me in the back, and I proceed to enjoy the show despite the silly bureaucracy.
THEN, after the show: We're driving around easttown, without gas station insite, with low fuel light on. No big deal, except that after I find a place to fill up, I step out of the car into a puddle about the size of my shoe and almost ankle deep. I got that little cold tingle on my toe to alert me that I was about to have a soaked foot.
NEXT, looking for the afterparty: We make it to the "student ghetto" with high hopes. Beer pong here, drunk guy there... The hostess of the party invites us all up to her room, and she whips out this huge 12 foot bong from her closet. It's blue, clean, and decorated with these sticker pics of all the fearless/foolhearty folks who've cleared it. We all pass up the offer/challenge. Then out comes a friendlier littler peice. At this time someone comes up the stairs to tell us someone was trying to break into some cars next door and that the police are on their way. Our generous and slightly paranoid hostess kindly asks us to GTFO. Agreed.
SO. We grab coats, slip on some shoes, and make for the door. We make it to the sidewalk, where I can see my car, and I relize that it was MY car that was getting busted into. Ain't this a Btch! From where we were standing in awe, it looked like the madman had crowbared his way through the lock of the door. The door was ajar, and the side of it looks all wavey and unable to be closed. When we get over to it though, it's not that bad. Someone smashed through the driver's side window. It looks like it took them ~4 swings too.
There's dings in the frame of the door where it looks like the other end of the crowbar hit.
Glass EVERYWHERE. There's some in the backseat, and a pile on the pavement.
The ruthless savage even ripped the center console lid off. The face of my stereo was laying in the doorjam, my dead cell phone laying in the road, and my friends fiances' purse missing.
It's weird how you can watch someone figure something out. The fiance relizes the lid is ripped off... then notices my phone on the ground... then there's a quiet buildup, and she relizes her purse is gone.
So now that she's panicking, we find out she's got my best friend's 200 something dollar antique gold band wedding ring in her purse. Bummer. Poor girl's now in tears. I put my arm around her in a poor attempt to comfort her. I lookup to the approaching headlights to see the 5-0 comming down the road. The cop asks us if we're missing a purse, and I reply yes for my crying friend. "Alright I think I know where it's at." The cop backs up slowly down the road a few blocks and gets out. I then see what he's going for. The tears of sorrow pick up a bit of hope as I tell her I see her purse.... poured out all over the sidewalk like someone was gutting a carp with a hedge trimmer.
To our suprise, two more patrol cars pull up while we're collecting her stuff and assessing what's missing. The crying starts up again as she figures out that the only thing missing is the ring.
An older man was talking to the police that I hadn't noticed before. As we're still searching the area, he joins in, and couriously produces a small black case from behind some bushes. Tears of sorrow quickly become tears of joy. The ring isn't gone.
While this is happening, one patrol car is traded for another, and the k9 unit hops out. These dogs are badass. Immediately this dog is begging to go. In hindsight, I'm not sure how this dog got the scent because it didn't smell the purse or my car. It just started going. Anyway, we talk with the first cop again, give him some info. I check my car, and I can't find anything missing.
About this time one of the secondary patrols comes back and this real cocky, short asian cop gets out, adjusts his belt: "Alright, who's Andrew?" The joyfull fiance tells him it must be the older man who found the ring. The cop finds him on his porch and away in the crusier they go.
While this was happening, a forensics unit shows up. This guy dusts everything and takes some pictures. The first cop had asked us to stand on the sidewalk. We stood there numb/dumbfounded for what seemed like a long time. Just as the CSI cop finishes up, short and cocky comes back with the old man.
Overhearing the first cop and the cocky one, we find out that the german shepherd caught two suspects. The one the old man identified, and the other had glass in the sole of his shoe. The two cops kinda laughed about how fast the dog was, and how unlucky the perps were.
Yeah, it was a sh!t night for those baddies. My POS cell had dead batteries and no antenna (long story), the fancy leather purse had ZERO cash in it, the faceplate of my stereo came off right in their hands, AND they got bit in the ass by police dog. I could see how they thought they had themselves a sweet deal though. State university parking sticker in the window... leather purse on the passenger side seat... gleaming stereo smiling at them... cell phone still sitting inthe cup holder... Jokes on them though. The ring is unique. It's solid gold with etching around it and lions filled in with black. There's a little frame on it where it's going to get some letters. The trick though is that the inside has a lip all the way around it. So it looks like a crackerjack prize although it's solid gold. It's just not finished yet. I can see how they probably opened it up behind the bushes, cussed loudly, and threw it down running, thinking they had a fake based on the lack of everything else.
So then the first cop gives us some info, a number to call, and a case number. He takes off. I use my snowbrush to clear spots for us to sit.
It was a cold ride home to say the least, but the near empty IHOP ment the waitress could play led zepplin (instead of the usual pop-country) while she rolled silverware.... A nice ending to a rollercoaster of an evening.
Now I just have to replace my window and buff out some bangs on the door frame. Damage wasn't really that bad. The stereo works like nothing happened, and I think the console will be easily put back together.
So does anyone know when/how I'll get some compensation from these guys who broke my window? The card the cop gave me says to call some number if I don't get a call from them in six months. That's just a little too long to wait to repair my window.
Cliffs: Took me way longer to write than for you to read. Give me a break.
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THEN, after the show: We're driving around easttown, without gas station insite, with low fuel light on. No big deal, except that after I find a place to fill up, I step out of the car into a puddle about the size of my shoe and almost ankle deep. I got that little cold tingle on my toe to alert me that I was about to have a soaked foot.
NEXT, looking for the afterparty: We make it to the "student ghetto" with high hopes. Beer pong here, drunk guy there... The hostess of the party invites us all up to her room, and she whips out this huge 12 foot bong from her closet. It's blue, clean, and decorated with these sticker pics of all the fearless/foolhearty folks who've cleared it. We all pass up the offer/challenge. Then out comes a friendlier littler peice. At this time someone comes up the stairs to tell us someone was trying to break into some cars next door and that the police are on their way. Our generous and slightly paranoid hostess kindly asks us to GTFO. Agreed.
SO. We grab coats, slip on some shoes, and make for the door. We make it to the sidewalk, where I can see my car, and I relize that it was MY car that was getting busted into. Ain't this a Btch! From where we were standing in awe, it looked like the madman had crowbared his way through the lock of the door. The door was ajar, and the side of it looks all wavey and unable to be closed. When we get over to it though, it's not that bad. Someone smashed through the driver's side window. It looks like it took them ~4 swings too.
There's dings in the frame of the door where it looks like the other end of the crowbar hit.
Glass EVERYWHERE. There's some in the backseat, and a pile on the pavement.
The ruthless savage even ripped the center console lid off. The face of my stereo was laying in the doorjam, my dead cell phone laying in the road, and my friends fiances' purse missing.
It's weird how you can watch someone figure something out. The fiance relizes the lid is ripped off... then notices my phone on the ground... then there's a quiet buildup, and she relizes her purse is gone.
So now that she's panicking, we find out she's got my best friend's 200 something dollar antique gold band wedding ring in her purse. Bummer. Poor girl's now in tears. I put my arm around her in a poor attempt to comfort her. I lookup to the approaching headlights to see the 5-0 comming down the road. The cop asks us if we're missing a purse, and I reply yes for my crying friend. "Alright I think I know where it's at." The cop backs up slowly down the road a few blocks and gets out. I then see what he's going for. The tears of sorrow pick up a bit of hope as I tell her I see her purse.... poured out all over the sidewalk like someone was gutting a carp with a hedge trimmer.
To our suprise, two more patrol cars pull up while we're collecting her stuff and assessing what's missing. The crying starts up again as she figures out that the only thing missing is the ring.
An older man was talking to the police that I hadn't noticed before. As we're still searching the area, he joins in, and couriously produces a small black case from behind some bushes. Tears of sorrow quickly become tears of joy. The ring isn't gone.
While this is happening, one patrol car is traded for another, and the k9 unit hops out. These dogs are badass. Immediately this dog is begging to go. In hindsight, I'm not sure how this dog got the scent because it didn't smell the purse or my car. It just started going. Anyway, we talk with the first cop again, give him some info. I check my car, and I can't find anything missing.
About this time one of the secondary patrols comes back and this real cocky, short asian cop gets out, adjusts his belt: "Alright, who's Andrew?" The joyfull fiance tells him it must be the older man who found the ring. The cop finds him on his porch and away in the crusier they go.
While this was happening, a forensics unit shows up. This guy dusts everything and takes some pictures. The first cop had asked us to stand on the sidewalk. We stood there numb/dumbfounded for what seemed like a long time. Just as the CSI cop finishes up, short and cocky comes back with the old man.
Overhearing the first cop and the cocky one, we find out that the german shepherd caught two suspects. The one the old man identified, and the other had glass in the sole of his shoe. The two cops kinda laughed about how fast the dog was, and how unlucky the perps were.
Yeah, it was a sh!t night for those baddies. My POS cell had dead batteries and no antenna (long story), the fancy leather purse had ZERO cash in it, the faceplate of my stereo came off right in their hands, AND they got bit in the ass by police dog. I could see how they thought they had themselves a sweet deal though. State university parking sticker in the window... leather purse on the passenger side seat... gleaming stereo smiling at them... cell phone still sitting inthe cup holder... Jokes on them though. The ring is unique. It's solid gold with etching around it and lions filled in with black. There's a little frame on it where it's going to get some letters. The trick though is that the inside has a lip all the way around it. So it looks like a crackerjack prize although it's solid gold. It's just not finished yet. I can see how they probably opened it up behind the bushes, cussed loudly, and threw it down running, thinking they had a fake based on the lack of everything else.
So then the first cop gives us some info, a number to call, and a case number. He takes off. I use my snowbrush to clear spots for us to sit.
It was a cold ride home to say the least, but the near empty IHOP ment the waitress could play led zepplin (instead of the usual pop-country) while she rolled silverware.... A nice ending to a rollercoaster of an evening.
Now I just have to replace my window and buff out some bangs on the door frame. Damage wasn't really that bad. The stereo works like nothing happened, and I think the console will be easily put back together.
So does anyone know when/how I'll get some compensation from these guys who broke my window? The card the cop gave me says to call some number if I don't get a call from them in six months. That's just a little too long to wait to repair my window.
Cliffs: Took me way longer to write than for you to read. Give me a break.
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