My Grandma used to live in Pasedena...just outside L.A.
She had an antiques shop on Green Street (91106 if your that interested). My family and I went to vist her shop and were wandering down the street towards it chatting about the last time she had a gun shoved in her face and was told to fill the bag (swag not colostomy, although both may have happened). My dad, ever the insightful and wise man that he is, was saying how it's not that bad anymore around the area and the only thing to worry about were the earthquakes.

Just as he ended that sentence we hear a shout "Hey, that's my car" looking up we see a guy standing by a car that then wheelspun off down the road and disappeared around the corner. We'd been in the states 4hours at that point and had just witnessed our first carjacking...nice. Anyway the guy whos car it was wanders off to call the cops, but he misses the "perp" doubling back and going back the way he came.

Me and my dad went to find the car owner to tell him/offer help and find him around the corner talking to one of LAPDs finest...Now at this point the guys car could still be seen speeding off down Green Street (it's a pretty long, wide road) so we jog up to the copper and victim to tell him that the guy doubled back, can still be seen and that if he goes now he'll catch up. The cops response..."well, you need go down the station and make a report"...but the guys just there!! never mind, a report is still needed before he can give chase!...Makes me glad to live in England where the police actually make some sort of effort to catch criminals.
(Bushcricket, Fri 6 May 2011, 15:39, 3 replies)

They do?
When did that start?
(Zumbruk, Fri 6 May 2011, 16:23, closed)

About the time you shoved your head up your arse

(Bushcricket, Fri 6 May 2011, 16:33, closed)

Why would I ...
... want to emulate you?
(Zumbruk, Fri 6 May 2011, 20:08, closed)