The cops are strip-searching some guy. They caught him trying to break into the car out the front of our house, the car that was dumped there about three or four weeks ago by some shady character (I rang the cops two weeks ago to tell them about it, they didn't care).
I was watching out my window when the cops shone their torch on me and I quickly stopped watching. If I wasn't such a lazy fuck I coulda had my digital camera set up and ready to go months ago.
Sequence of events...
1. Car gets windscreen smashed sometime this morning.
2. Flatmate George comes into lounge room "Hey man some bum just tried to break into that car out the front".
3. George says "Fuck, the cops have got him!"
4. We all go to watch. Cops shine torch on me. I stop watching.
5. George says "We should run out there with the sock full of coins and scream 'what the fuck have you done to my car!' and point at the busted windscreen".
6. George watches a bit more, "They're strip-searching him".
"How?" I reply.
"Just outside, his pants are around his ankles" says George.
Flatmate Marko runs into George's room, "I gotta see this".
7. George remarks, "They'll probably knock on our door in a moment".
8. Marko says, "I'll say 'fuck it's the cops!' and run out the back and start jumping fences".
9. I say, "I'll tell them I told them to come and get that fucking car two weeks ago!"
10. Cops never come. I look out the window to see they are gone. I wonder if anything will be done about that car, I wonder if they think it's ours or if they realise I told them about it two weeks ago.
11. Sock full of coins remains unused.
UPDATE: The car was taken away a week after this all happened. My neighbour revealed to me that he ‘got on the vodkas’ and smashed the windscreen himself to ‘get the fuckers to come pick it up’.
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