… except I would hardly call him a man. He was a mere boy… just 13 years of age, and already leading a Godless life of crime. Also, I’m not sure if he went to jail, but he definitely went for a ride in a cop car.
My parents are down here visiting and helping fix up some stuff around the house. My mom noticed a young, black male walking slowly by her car, which was parked on the street. Then she saw him look in the back of my neighbor’s truck. He opened up a cooler that was in the back of the truck, but it didn’t look like he took anything. My dad and I went outside and watched him walked up the street to another neighbor’s yard, where a lady was watering. When the boy noticed the woman, he turned around and went back to the street. The woman went inside.
So I called the cops and let them know that he was acting suspicious. Within a few minutes, they were at my door asking questions. So I told them what the kid was wearing and all that stuff. They went over to the neighbor to have him check his truck for anything missing. They left for a while, and I finally met my neighbor (after living here for 9 months).
A little while later, the cop came back and asked me if I could identify the kid if I saw him again. I said yes. So she asked me to get into the back of the car so they could drive me around the block to where they had the kid. While I was getting in, I asked her if she could put handcuffs on me all McLovin’ style. We stopped a little bit down the road from another cop car, which the kid got out of and turned a few circles so I could see him. The cop asked me if that was indeed the kid that I saw, and I said yes.
So the cop brought me back to my house and made me and my parents fill out police reports about what we saw. Apparently, we weren’t the only people to call the cops on him today. The lady watering her lawn also called, as did someone else who reported someone with his description jiggling door handles on people’s houses.
Maybe I’m a nosey neighbor… maybe I stopped a crime from happening. Either way, it was an exciting morning of meeting new people and stopping crime. I just hope I never have to ride in a cop car again. It was extremely uncomfortable, hard, and smelled slightly of drunk hobos.
Tags: cops, crime stopping, drunk hobos
