I guess this is a story that has to be told.
Last night Shirley and I ordered our usual, General Tso's chicken and Won Ton soup, from our favorite Chinese restaurant: Kung Food. The delivery guy arrived (he's our regular guy), called us from outside (as usual) so I went to the door to pay him. I paid him and left a tip and then went back inside and put the food on the living room table. Next thing you know, he was back and banging urgently on the front door. I went outside in my socks and, although his English is practically non-existent, he quickly made me understand that his car had been stolen. I went back in, got my cell phone and came back outside to call 911. As I was waiting for 911, I asked the Chinese guy what kind of car it was, but he couldn't answer other than he thought it was a Toyota. Meanwhile a car pulled up to the sidewalk next to us as I was describing to 911 the situation. Our next door neighbor got out with his pit bull and started mumbling something like "She is so crazy". As I am talking to 911, I am beginning to realize that this guy not only witnessed the car theft but knows who did it. So I said, while still on the line with 911, "Wait, you know who took the car?". The guy with the dog mumbled some more stuff and was evasive. All he could seem to say was, "She is so crazy". Then the delivery guy started pointed urgently at a car driving buy and said something loudly that I didn't understand. What I believe he meant was that his car was like the one that was driving by at the moment. Later I learned that what he actually meant was "That is MY car. The person who stole it just drove it by the house again". Soon after that the police car came, driving the wrong way down our street. The police asked questions of us and from what the guy with the pit bull was saying I was starting to realize that the person who took the car was his girlfriend, who also lived here in the same apartment building. Then the police put the delivery guy in the car and went off to look for the stolen car. I went back into my apartment to eat my Chinese food. I didn't get to enjoy it for long because, pretty soon, another police car had come and a new police officer was ringing the doorbell. I just wanted to eat my General Tso's chicken at this point. The officer came in and started asking questions. He pointed at the chinese food on the living room table and asked "Is that what the food the delivery guy brought?" I said, "You aren't going to take it as evidence are you?" Luckily he has a sense of humor and didn't pull his gun. Well, I feel I should make a long story short; it turns out the girl who lives in our building took the car for reasons unknown. She drove around a bit and then abandoned the car. The police found the car later that night, and found her in the apartment. They dragged her off to the precinct but no charges were pressed.
Last night Shirley and I ordered our usual, General Tso's chicken and Won Ton soup, from our favorite Chinese restaurant: Kung Food. The delivery guy arrived (he's our regular guy), called us from outside (as usual) so I went to the door to pay him. I paid him and left a tip and then went back inside and put the food on the living room table. Next thing you know, he was back and banging urgently on the front door. I went outside in my socks and, although his English is practically non-existent, he quickly made me understand that his car had been stolen. I went back in, got my cell phone and came back outside to call 911. As I was waiting for 911, I asked the Chinese guy what kind of car it was, but he couldn't answer other than he thought it was a Toyota. Meanwhile a car pulled up to the sidewalk next to us as I was describing to 911 the situation. Our next door neighbor got out with his pit bull and started mumbling something like "She is so crazy". As I am talking to 911, I am beginning to realize that this guy not only witnessed the car theft but knows who did it. So I said, while still on the line with 911, "Wait, you know who took the car?". The guy with the dog mumbled some more stuff and was evasive. All he could seem to say was, "She is so crazy". Then the delivery guy started pointed urgently at a car driving buy and said something loudly that I didn't understand. What I believe he meant was that his car was like the one that was driving by at the moment. Later I learned that what he actually meant was "That is MY car. The person who stole it just drove it by the house again". Soon after that the police car came, driving the wrong way down our street. The police asked questions of us and from what the guy with the pit bull was saying I was starting to realize that the person who took the car was his girlfriend, who also lived here in the same apartment building. Then the police put the delivery guy in the car and went off to look for the stolen car. I went back into my apartment to eat my Chinese food. I didn't get to enjoy it for long because, pretty soon, another police car had come and a new police officer was ringing the doorbell. I just wanted to eat my General Tso's chicken at this point. The officer came in and started asking questions. He pointed at the chinese food on the living room table and asked "Is that what the food the delivery guy brought?" I said, "You aren't going to take it as evidence are you?" Luckily he has a sense of humor and didn't pull his gun. Well, I feel I should make a long story short; it turns out the girl who lives in our building took the car for reasons unknown. She drove around a bit and then abandoned the car. The police found the car later that night, and found her in the apartment. They dragged her off to the precinct but no charges were pressed.
