After a much needed Sonic trip last week, Melinda and I returned home to find out that neighborhood street sign had fallen down. Now, I had seen the sign earlier and pointed it out to Mel.
*Let me also say for the record that I had previously turned down an offer by a certain Russian to steal the sign for fun. I am a rule-follower to the extreme and hate breaking the law (unless you count speeding as breaking the law).
Against our better judgement, we decided to take the sign home as a surprise for our roomies. We loaded it up in the back of June Bug and headed home. Just take a moment to picture the longest sign ever (probably 9 feet at least) hanging out the back of a Jeep Liberty. We carried out our crime in broad daylight, no less. Not our brightest moment.
We returned home to find that the sign would not fit in the door. At this point, we realized just how dumb this was. We were felons-criminals and lawbreakers. I could kiss my future as a teacher goodbye. My finger prints would be in the database...
We decided to hide the sign in the garage and not tell anyone about our crime. What were we going to do? Well, I'll tell you what we decided-we would just take the sign back. You couldn't possibly get in trouble for undoing your own crime, could you? The aforementioned Russian agreed to help us fix the situation.
However, in the meantime, Will decided to have a little fun of his own. A certain faux-FBI agent actually called Melinda informing her of the severity of our crime. The phone call was completely believable and left poor Melly in tears. I had to break the news that it was just a prank entirely too soon in order to avoid further panic attacks and tears.
At the opportune moment late one night, we carried out Operation Sign Return. Will came over and helped us straighten things out. We loaded up the gigantic sign and headed for the street corner. We returned it to its original location; while our finger prints are all over it, I don't think it's a major concern for the Fayetteville Police Department. Let's just say that we most definitely learned our lesson...
Looking the Part - Hard Criminals
*Let me also say for the record that I had previously turned down an offer by a certain Russian to steal the sign for fun. I am a rule-follower to the extreme and hate breaking the law (unless you count speeding as breaking the law).
Against our better judgement, we decided to take the sign home as a surprise for our roomies. We loaded it up in the back of June Bug and headed home. Just take a moment to picture the longest sign ever (probably 9 feet at least) hanging out the back of a Jeep Liberty. We carried out our crime in broad daylight, no less. Not our brightest moment.
We returned home to find that the sign would not fit in the door. At this point, we realized just how dumb this was. We were felons-criminals and lawbreakers. I could kiss my future as a teacher goodbye. My finger prints would be in the database...
We decided to hide the sign in the garage and not tell anyone about our crime. What were we going to do? Well, I'll tell you what we decided-we would just take the sign back. You couldn't possibly get in trouble for undoing your own crime, could you? The aforementioned Russian agreed to help us fix the situation.
However, in the meantime, Will decided to have a little fun of his own. A certain faux-FBI agent actually called Melinda informing her of the severity of our crime. The phone call was completely believable and left poor Melly in tears. I had to break the news that it was just a prank entirely too soon in order to avoid further panic attacks and tears.
At the opportune moment late one night, we carried out Operation Sign Return. Will came over and helped us straighten things out. We loaded up the gigantic sign and headed for the street corner. We returned it to its original location; while our finger prints are all over it, I don't think it's a major concern for the Fayetteville Police Department. Let's just say that we most definitely learned our lesson...
Citizen's Arrest
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