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Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."

Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...

(, Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
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not a witness...a victim
I woke one morning and trotted out to my vehicle, parked in my driveway in a water privileged neighborhood in one of the finest communities in my county. A lovely morning it was, I believe I was whistling "Zippity Doo Dah" on my way out the door to the driveway. Until I got to my car and noticed I apparently hadn’t locked the door. Once I was seated in the driver’s seat, I realized there was a slight breeze coming into the vehicle from the passenger window which was gone.

SHIT. My car was broken into: okay, inventory: Radio - still there. Everything SEEMED to be there! CD's, vehicle registration...then I notice my ashtray is pulled out and I see what they stole: about $3 in change.

Then I glance in the backseat. There is a flashlight sitting there. So I reach back to grab it and I notice, written on the side in black magic marker: "WILLIAMS 506 Shore Avenue". I stared at it, my mouth agape.

Surely this must be a flashlight they stole from some other hapless victim? So I walk the TWO BLOCKS to the house listed on the flashlight...knock on the door and shortly thereafter a young boy, about 15 years old answers. He sees me and has this momentary look of fear run across his face as he glances at my left hand, holding the flashlight.

He SLAMS the door in my face.

I couldn’t believe it. So I left and looked up their phone number and phoned...repeatedly being hung up on...right up until the young tosser would be leaving for school. Then, I got a voicemail. I left a rather detailed message and about 4 hours later, at my office, my phone rang and it was the kids Mother.

I returned the flashlight to a rather red-faced Father and he handed me the $3. I then reminded him that I would be submitting a bill for the window. He nodded, not making eye contact for fear of showing his embarrassment.
To the day I sold that house, whenever I saw the guy, he looked away. Never saw the kid again though.
(, Tue 19 Feb 2008, 22:56, 1 reply)
for the "whistling Zippity Doo Dah" bit
(, Wed 20 Feb 2008, 14:08, closed)

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