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So, there I was, sitting at home, watching House, when the phone rings. It's the local police department, informing us that they're responding to an alarm at the golf course clubhouse. Dad spend the next few minutes rounding up the rest of the family, (or attempting to) and we tear off down their, point our headlights at the building and wait for the cops.
The perps didn't make it in the building. They smashed a window, which tripped the alarm, and took off. Before they did that, though, they took a golf cart and did some joy riding.
So much for a quiet evening at home.
The perps didn't make it in the building. They smashed a window, which tripped the alarm, and took off. Before they did that, though, they took a golf cart and did some joy riding.
So much for a quiet evening at home.
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Date: 2005-04-13 01:55 pm (UTC)