Why? I don't understand why
I made Irv go see Hope Springs with me on Saturday. The movie is definitely funny especially if you've been married forever like some of us.
Then we came out of the movie and there was a note on the windshield. It was from the police--see the scratch on the hood of Irv's car? (Actually I just noticed it's easier to see the reflection of the clouds on the hood than the scratch, that's kind of cool.)
Anyway we went to the police station about a block away. Apparently some guy had gone along and keyed a bunch of car. The "kids" who work at the theatre called the police. (Thanks kids...I'm proud of you for doing that.)
The police had already caught and booked the guy on several felony charges. Was it teenager? No, it was some 40 year old guy.
The police officer asked if I minded being the victim instead of Irv. It seems I'm in the CSPD's computer system, but Irv isn't (probably from the accident I had 6 years ago when my brakes failed). Okay...I'll be the victim. I'm supposed to get an estimate and email it to the detective and they'll try to get restitution.
I don't think I'll hold my breath.
What an idiot!
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