I feel like we call the police a lot--when our neighbor is noisy (he's turned mysteriously silent--we do not question it, we just rejoice), when we discover a fire in our woods (okay, that was really the fire department), when broken down cars are abandoned in our car park, and so on. I took to heart all those McGruff the Crime Dog commercials in the 1980s.
Our stair tower has recently become even dirtier than normal. There are cigarette packets left on the steps and the walls are marked up and yesterday we noticed soil scattered all over the place. We didn't think too much about the soil, until we came home in the evening and Steve spotted the leaves---marijuana leaves.
So, we were back on the phone to the police. They came over and took our report and asked us a lot of questions and, I hope, didn't find it suspicious that one of our greenhouse gardening books was lying on the floor or that several pairs of gardening gloves were spread out to dry, having recently been washed.
Maybe there'll be a big bust and we'll get an award from the lord provost.
Or maybe not.
5 comments:
Jerk Face is going for a low profile and has now started a grow-op. May he suffer long from the mold.
KWB
The police say it's probably not Jerkface, because grow-oppers tend to be quiet to keep attention away from themselves. But we made sure to point out that Jerkface is a jerk face to the police.
You do have a lot of contact with law enforcement for a non criminal. Maybe you are a secret criminal.
I've never heard of anything called a "stair tower." You are sponging up the local jargon, I think. (MarmDad)
Remember when we were freshman? I'd say that it's in your blood . . .
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