Teebone
Active Member
Irene caused us to lose power overnight....transformer blew
In the morning I go to get the newspaper and see that the
brand new Stainless Steel path lights that Toni bought...3 were
missing. Posts were there, but light heads gone
I mentioned it to Toni...and...there she went...flying down the
street looking everywhere for them.
The rain was pouring down, the wind about to lift her to send her to Kansas (too bad they didn't)
she was drenched from head to foot, checking all the yards, golf course,
under bushes, everywhere for her new lights.
Well...she came barreling in the front door and was convinced
they were stolen. So, against my better judgement, I agreed
to take her to the police to report them taken.
We discover we were at the wrong police station and had to call the
local sheriff.
Ok...after trying to settle Toni down (which was not going to happen)
as many of you know her...thick headed Greek...I gave in & called the sheriff.
The dispatcher said someone would be right over
As soon as I hung up the phone....our door bell rings.
Wow, I said...some fast service around here.
Well...low and behold...here stands our skinny 84 year old neighbor, barefoot, carrying
our 3 light heads in his hands.
He said: I stole them from you last night at about 3am since we lost power and I needed
light to care for my wife (she is bedridden from a stroke a few months ago)
He saw that I quickly called the sheriff dispatcher to "cancel" the call...and
he couldn't apologize enough !!!!
Of course, we told him it was certainly ok and not to worry and we were
glad that the solor lights helped him & her thru the night.
He said: Next time I steal something from you Vin...I'll leave you a note
Not only do I live with a "wack job"....I've got a "wacko" neighbor too boot
Just another Lucille Ball episode that I thought you'd get a laugh out of
In the morning I go to get the newspaper and see that the
brand new Stainless Steel path lights that Toni bought...3 were
missing. Posts were there, but light heads gone
I mentioned it to Toni...and...there she went...flying down the
street looking everywhere for them.
The rain was pouring down, the wind about to lift her to send her to Kansas (too bad they didn't)
she was drenched from head to foot, checking all the yards, golf course,
under bushes, everywhere for her new lights.
Well...she came barreling in the front door and was convinced
they were stolen. So, against my better judgement, I agreed
to take her to the police to report them taken.
We discover we were at the wrong police station and had to call the
local sheriff.
Ok...after trying to settle Toni down (which was not going to happen)
as many of you know her...thick headed Greek...I gave in & called the sheriff.
The dispatcher said someone would be right over
As soon as I hung up the phone....our door bell rings.
Wow, I said...some fast service around here.
Well...low and behold...here stands our skinny 84 year old neighbor, barefoot, carrying
our 3 light heads in his hands.
He said: I stole them from you last night at about 3am since we lost power and I needed
light to care for my wife (she is bedridden from a stroke a few months ago)
He saw that I quickly called the sheriff dispatcher to "cancel" the call...and
he couldn't apologize enough !!!!
Of course, we told him it was certainly ok and not to worry and we were
glad that the solor lights helped him & her thru the night.
He said: Next time I steal something from you Vin...I'll leave you a note
Not only do I live with a "wack job"....I've got a "wacko" neighbor too boot
Just another Lucille Ball episode that I thought you'd get a laugh out of
