To Catch aThief (well, allmost)

While Lorna and I were in our way back from Idaho July1st we were in nowhere northern AZ when Babs called and said someone had broken into our storeroom and stolen two of Pete's bikes and her radial saw, Dremel and the big case of drill bits. They must have been scared off because they left the weed eater and new lawn chairs by the gate. The finks had pried the hasp off with a weed puller that I had left near by. She and Dan got some bigger screws and fixed the hasp since we, Lorna and I, wouldn't get back until the next day. Pete was all wadded up because we live in the ghetto and should move or get a dog or an alarm system or something.

Cut to ten days later. It's 0530 Saturday morning. Babs and Bekah are still at girl's camp. I woke up, went to the bathroom and planned to go back to sleep. I heard a noise but thought it was Pete getting up so I decided to make the bed since Babs would be coming back that morning. I noticed Pete was still in bed then heard more noise. I decided to check the back yard so I threw on some some pants and went to check it out. When I got outside I could see that the storeroom door was open and there,in the alley was a guy loading our stuff into his car. I walked over to the wall and said "What the blank are you doing!" "You allready broke in here a week ago!" "That wasn't me." The little weasel said. "I heard about this place from someone else." (nice to know I'm on the thieve's network, the retards probably have me on speed-dial) "Why do you keep taking my stuff?" "I'm out of work and have a family to support" he says. "I'll help you find a job! Just quit taking my stuff!" "I need to get out of here before the cops come" he says. "I haven't called the cops and won't call them if you just give my stuff back." "Okay, I'll go get your stuff and bring it back." "Really? How about giving back the drill press and belt sander in the back seat of your car?" "I gotta go" he said and drove off down the alley. I got a good look at his plate (AHC-7552) so I called 911 and told them. I woke Pete and he said I should have gotten him up earlier so he could have grabbed his shotgun and shot the turd in the face. That's all I'd need, Pete in jail for shooting the guy. With my luck, he would have missed and left the guy paralzed so he could sue me for everything I would ever have in my life. We now have police report number two. This time the creep got the table saw and the scroll saw along with the drill press and table saw. The only thing left is the router that he left in the alley because he hadn't put it in the trunk yet. Oh, they ran the plate and it was a stolen car. I went to Ace Hardware and for $10 I got bolts and such so now the hasp is bolted on so he'll at least have to work up a sweat next time. We're having a secrity door made for the storeroom and burgler bars for the rest of the windows and doors. It will cost about $3,000 but that's less than the $11,000 worth of stuff we've had stolen in the past two years. I plan to go to the swap meet Friday to see if I can find the jerk and/or our stuff.