Really, jerk or jerks who decided breaking into my garage was a good plan?
You left two extremely large stereo speakers, stacked atop one another, which you essentially would have had to side-step and perhaps even move out of the way, in favor of just my lawnmower, weed-eater, and a quarter-full one-gallon plastic gasoline container? Not even scratching the surface of the other valuable stuff in my garage (Old Magic: The Gathering cards topping that list, of course), at that.
I’m no cretin-brained thief, so perhaps it’s hard for me to wrap my head around your (small) mindset(s), or maybe you were/are so adamant about lawn care that you couldn’t think of anything else at the time, but if you were going to go through the trouble of breaking down the door and trespassing on private property in the owner’s absence to begin with, wouldn’t you just take all you could get? Especially some nice huge speakers that were in the way of the stuff you did end up taking? Or maybe yardwork implements are the new stereo equipment, where thievery is concerned? In which case, I note that you forgot the hedge clippers, pruning shears, grass seed, hose with fancy multi-faceted spray-gun-head, and fertilizer spreading device, among other fine tools and instruments essential to the common yardworker, all of which were in plain view. Strange–no matter which way we dissect your actions, you still come out of this thing with garbage for brains.
I can see a scenario, in my own mind, where the police report I filed does some good, and it’s just like in the movies–they take you downtown, shine a light in your face(s), and interrogate you ’til you crack. If that actually did happen, chances are you’d wish, however unknowingly, that it was me asking the questions, on account of the relatively simple one-word nature of my typical interrogation:
Really?
