True story. Last Saturday our friend Bill and his wife had a yard sale. Their 15 year old nephew was helping. About one o'clock in the afternoon a car with three young men in it circled the block two or three times and pulled up and parked at the end of the block about six houses up from Bill's. They then walked down to the house second to the east from Bill's and went around the back. Bill knew the people who owned that house were on vacation.
Soon the front door opened and the young men began carrying things out and laying them in the yard. Bill said to his wife, "I think that house is being robbed, I'm calling 911." Which he did. He told the 911 operator that his neighbors were on vacation and the house was being burglarized. First question from the operator was, "how do you know they are burglars?" Bill tried to explain that they had loaded the items in the front yard and the car was parked almost a block away. The operator then wanted to know the full names of the owners of the house. Then Bill's full name. Bill interrupted and said if someone didn't get out there the thieves would be gone. He then hung up the phone and got in his car and drove up to the end of the block and got the license number on the car. About ten minutes later one of the thieves walked up and drove the car down in front of the house and they started loading the items into the trunk and back seat, got in the car and drove off. Long story short, police black and white arrived thirty minutes after Bill had hung up the phone.They took a report and asked who the 15 year old boy was with Bill. He explainged he was his nephew. They said, "well we will want to question him."
Monday morning a uniformed officer came to Bill's door and said they wanted him to come down to the police station and fill out a police report. Bill said no way. He had given them all the info, even the license number of the car and he didn't want those thieves driving past his house firing at him.
The officer became somewhat irate, crumpled up the blank police report he was carrying and threw it on Bill's porch, got in his cruiser and drove off.
I told Bill, "well you did the best you could. Next time forget about it."
Soon the front door opened and the young men began carrying things out and laying them in the yard. Bill said to his wife, "I think that house is being robbed, I'm calling 911." Which he did. He told the 911 operator that his neighbors were on vacation and the house was being burglarized. First question from the operator was, "how do you know they are burglars?" Bill tried to explain that they had loaded the items in the front yard and the car was parked almost a block away. The operator then wanted to know the full names of the owners of the house. Then Bill's full name. Bill interrupted and said if someone didn't get out there the thieves would be gone. He then hung up the phone and got in his car and drove up to the end of the block and got the license number on the car. About ten minutes later one of the thieves walked up and drove the car down in front of the house and they started loading the items into the trunk and back seat, got in the car and drove off. Long story short, police black and white arrived thirty minutes after Bill had hung up the phone.They took a report and asked who the 15 year old boy was with Bill. He explainged he was his nephew. They said, "well we will want to question him."
Monday morning a uniformed officer came to Bill's door and said they wanted him to come down to the police station and fill out a police report. Bill said no way. He had given them all the info, even the license number of the car and he didn't want those thieves driving past his house firing at him.
The officer became somewhat irate, crumpled up the blank police report he was carrying and threw it on Bill's porch, got in his cruiser and drove off.
I told Bill, "well you did the best you could. Next time forget about it."