Ambulance.
Years ago, I moved into a new house. I was living quietly in a small cul-de-sac, going to work for long hours and coming home late and therefore, I didn't know many of the residents well.
I had noticed the woman across the road was pregnant though.
Late one night, I was woken by something. I peek through the curtains and across the road is an ambulance. The house is well lit up and there are people in and out of the door.
"Oh dear" I think, "I hope the baby / mother are OK".
Back to bed.
About three days later, I'm woken again. Much more noise this time. Woman screaming in the street, Police arrive, more shouting. Loads of grief.
Another couple of days later, I make discreet enquiries about "the troubles" and find out the people across the road had returned from holiday to find a very empty house.
The "ambulance" I saw was one of those old auctioned off jobbies.
Ideal for filling with burgled goods, no questions asked.
I thought about letting people know but.....
I didn't want to be known as "That bloke across the road who say all our worldly goods being nicked and never said anything".
20 tears later, .........Still saying nothing!

Ian.

Length? About 16 feet.
( Unklian Lives in the only country where "Glass" is a verb., Sat 16 Feb 2008, 21:51, 1 reply)

*click*
Thou art hereby known as "That bloke across the road who saw all their worldly goods being nicked and waited fer 20 darned years before saying anything"
(Linusmartensson, Sat 16 Feb 2008, 22:42, closed)