Had a yout' knock on the door tonight at 0 dark thirty trying to pull the candy scam. 6 bucks for a candy bar!!
I politely sent him on his way and then called the po po. They were already in route as someone else had already called.
Every so often the building down the street with section 8 transplants from Chicago gets a new batch of folks who don't know how to act in the burbs.
This hood won't tolerate even petty crime.
I'm not very vigilant with locks and occasionally forget to close the garage door. With all the bikes and tools in there that could come back to bite me.
No more condition white, I've moved into condition grey :)
There was a kid in my complex who kept playing knock-knock-run same time every few days. Finally got a look at him, and then next time, cut him off at the end of the road with my truck.
Interrogated him, got his mom's contact info, called her and told her what was up.
Me: I know who he and you are now, if it happens again, I'm calling the cops
Her: i think calling the cops is a little overboard
Me: i don't. (Hangs up)
I left off the "overboard compared to what? I'll answer the door with a 870 riot gun and let's see how fast your little punk larva shits himself?"