01 października 2005
What Happened to Professor Moriarty?
Someone who reads a lot of mystery novels or watches too many old episodes of Columbo may think that there are legions of master criminals out there, and only a excedingly clever detective would be able to crack their nefarious schemes.
Most of the time, nothing could be further from the truth. Criminals are not only a superstitious, cowardly lot, but also a butt-stupid lot.
I'm sitting in my living room yesterday afternoon, tuning my guitar (yes, it helps), and I heard a huge crash. I went in front, and there was one car in the intersection all bent up, and another one which had been bumped so far back that it had hopped the curb and run over some shrubs.
The first car was driven by a east-indian man, the other car was driven by two younger people. I saw one of my neighbors talking to the two kids. I went inside to get my cell phone. By the time I had gotten back out, the kids were walking off. Walking off?
The kids claimed that they lived nearby, and that they needed to "get mom." Um, right. They were long gone before I peeked into the car (they left the door open), and saw that the steering column was all chingered up.
The kids had run the stop sign, apparently at quite a clip. After the police officer got there, she ran the plates and had found that the car was stolen. So, these kids decided to go steal a car, drive at insane speeds and run stop signs. Smart.
The officer dusted the car for prints and told me they were the best prints she'd ever seen. So, she was confident that they would get caught.
Funny thing, if they had just driven around and had been careful, they probably could have gone on their little joy ride and never been caught.
My brother's car got broken into the other day. They stole every CD except two. The CDs had been handled, so the thieves were discerning. The two that weren't stolen were The Legend of Paul Revere and the Raiders and The New Pornographers' Twin Cinema. Draw your on conclusions here.
Hasta la proxima. Do zobaczenia.
Most of the time, nothing could be further from the truth. Criminals are not only a superstitious, cowardly lot, but also a butt-stupid lot.
I'm sitting in my living room yesterday afternoon, tuning my guitar (yes, it helps), and I heard a huge crash. I went in front, and there was one car in the intersection all bent up, and another one which had been bumped so far back that it had hopped the curb and run over some shrubs.
The first car was driven by a east-indian man, the other car was driven by two younger people. I saw one of my neighbors talking to the two kids. I went inside to get my cell phone. By the time I had gotten back out, the kids were walking off. Walking off?
The kids claimed that they lived nearby, and that they needed to "get mom." Um, right. They were long gone before I peeked into the car (they left the door open), and saw that the steering column was all chingered up.
The kids had run the stop sign, apparently at quite a clip. After the police officer got there, she ran the plates and had found that the car was stolen. So, these kids decided to go steal a car, drive at insane speeds and run stop signs. Smart.
The officer dusted the car for prints and told me they were the best prints she'd ever seen. So, she was confident that they would get caught.
Funny thing, if they had just driven around and had been careful, they probably could have gone on their little joy ride and never been caught.
My brother's car got broken into the other day. They stole every CD except two. The CDs had been handled, so the thieves were discerning. The two that weren't stolen were The Legend of Paul Revere and the Raiders and The New Pornographers' Twin Cinema. Draw your on conclusions here.
Hasta la proxima. Do zobaczenia.
