There is nothing more guaranteed to generate excitement in an ex-reporter (that is, me) than coming home to see 37 sheriff cars at the corner of her little dead-end street.
My first instinct was that 37 cop cars was a bit "overkill" for one tiny out-of-date registration on the Mini Cooper. And I can explain that, anyway.
But no, it turns out another house on the corner had been vacant for some weeks this summer, and some clever local teen-agers found out that if one of them crawled in through the doggie door, they had a vacant house to party in to their heart's content. (Note to self: No matter how much the dog begs, we will never, ever have a doggie door.)
So, for several weeks, the local kiddies have been partying up a storm in the house. They might even be partying still, if they had not decided to hold some street races Saturday night (where was I, sleeping???), thus making a neighbor suspicious. The neighbor took license numbers, and called the sheriff, who sent a posse out to round up the brats.
I can't wait to hear the rest of the story. I got this much of the rumor in 2 minutes from one neighbor..... I am sure there are even better stories just waiting to be discovered!!
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No lack of excitement in your life, I see. Racing still makes your motor run -- even in your sleep...
How in heck did you sleep through street races???
I came home from work late one night a few years ago when living in Brisbane, to find police every where...floodlights, lots of ado...some guy blew himself up in his car in the street behind where I lived. The driver's side door of his vehicle ended up a couple of feet from my lounge room window! Wasn't the greatest welcome home I've experienced! ;)
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