| Originally Posted by syl1115 |
Ok, I have a really funny story about break-ins. We live in a very nice suburban neighborhood outside of Columbus, Ohio. Well, one evening in February I came home a little late, 7:00 pm, because I was shopping for wedding dresses. I was on the phone with a friend of mine and I pull into the garage and get out of the car. I tried to open the door from the garage to the house and it was locked. I got off of the phone with my friend and in my mind I cursed the FI for accidentally locking the door into the house. I didn't have a key on me because I had given it to my sister so she could feed the dog while we were away the weekend before. Well, I figured I would call my sister and ask her to bring the key, but while I was on the phone with her, I noticed something weird in the garage. The cover for the dog door was off! I immediately thought, someone broke into the house. I decided to get the neighbor and we walked around to the back of the house. There were footprints in the snow and the sliding glass door was unlocked! I freaked and called the police. I was not sure if someone was in the house or not, but the dog was not barking.
Well, the police came and we went in. Everything looked normal. The dog ran down to greet me but she still was not barking. We walked around the house and I noticed that things were missing. Three laptops, all of FI's watches, dufflebag (which they used to cart our stuff out of the house). The FI came home and the police dusted for fingerprints (just like CSI!). They made me go through the house again and make a list of everything that was taken. Well, they didn't get my jewelery because I had it in a hidden drawer. BUT, when I found out what they did take, I started laughing. The policeman asked me what was wrong and I told him nothing. He said if they did something I had to tell him, so I told him that they stole Mr. Purple! He started cracking up.
Long story short, they found the duffle bag the same night when these guys tried to rob another neighbor but he called the police and they ran. The police brought the duffle back so we could identify our items. They pulled everything out one at a time but when they got to Mr. Purple, the policeman said "I'll let you get this out, Ma'm. I was so embarrassed! They started making jokes like, "does he sing, I love you, you love me?" Like Barney.
Let's just say I hope to never be pulled over by any of them! BTW, they did catch the guys. I threw Mr. Purple in the trash. Such a violation.