Not Mine, My Sisters...
This JUST happened this week:

My Sister lives in Glen Burnie, Maryland. Not a bad town, a bit chavvy in the center, but they have some pretty decent neighbors...or so they thought!

Monday night/Tuesday morning. My Neice (she is a 26 year old teacher) is woken by my Sister's black lab GOING ballistic and what she thinks is the sound of breaking glass. She sneaks through the house to the front door where the dog is going absolutely MENTAL. She peeps through the door and sees one of Anne Arundel Counties Finest. She opens the door a crack and notices that it is not ONE police officer, but 11. All standing in their front yard and in various states of preparedness to initiate a seige. (one of the officers was assembling a trebuchet of sorts)

The Officer closest the door says "We are looking for T and we know he is in there". My Neice, slightly dazed from being awoken in such a manner, looks at the officer and says "T?" "Yes, T" is the irritated reply.

Neice: "Um, we dont have anyone living here that either goes by that name or has that initial."

Cop: "We would like to search the house. How many bedrooms upstairs? And who is in them?"

At this point my Sister is now at the door (the dog hiding on her bed woke her up apparently. He is not the bravest of animals.) and they invite the officers in.

Turns out, their next door neighbor, who is Pakistani, has a son with a name that begins with a Z. And the cops heard it wrong.

The twunt had apparently burglarized a home and one of their 'other' neighbors said they saw someone fitting his description going into my Sisters house.

Twunting punk.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Wed 31 Aug 2005, 16:50, Reply)