1 August 2016 – The Bell Ringers
Last night, we had another visit from the bell ringers. These are two young men that have been making the rounds of the neighborhood, ringing doorbells late at night. On 7/31, they rang the doorbell once at 10:15 PM. I saw them running down the street about 15 minutes later. They returned and rang our doorbell again several times at 0:45 in the morning.
I suspected they would be back again tonight. So by secret means known only to the Boy Scouts, I managed to surprise them as they were sneaking up to the front door to ring it again, at 10:11 tonight.
Because I happened to have my camera with me, I took several pictures of them as they ran away, and continued to take pictures of one of them as we ran down the street.
“What the hell?” he said as I continued to take pictures of him.
“What the hell? What the HELL?” I yelled at him as he ran up the hill. “What the hell are you doing, ringing doorbells in the middle of the night, scaring an old lady who came here to relax on vacation? What the HELL?? I WILL find your parents! Count on it!”
These are the pix that don’t show their faces...
I am pretty confident that I can locate their parents. Instead of charging them with trespassing and the whole tiresome courtroom thing, maybe I will have them each cook a complete meal for their families, clean up the kitchen afterwards until Mom is satisfied, and then write me a 250-word report about the meal. Every day, for a week. And the report will have to be written to MY satisfaction. Something like that.
Last night, we had another visit from the bell ringers. These are two young men that have been making the rounds of the neighborhood, ringing doorbells late at night. On 7/31, they rang the doorbell once at 10:15 PM. I saw them running down the street about 15 minutes later. They returned and rang our doorbell again several times at 0:45 in the morning.
I suspected they would be back again tonight. So by secret means known only to the Boy Scouts, I managed to surprise them as they were sneaking up to the front door to ring it again, at 10:11 tonight.
Because I happened to have my camera with me, I took several pictures of them as they ran away, and continued to take pictures of one of them as we ran down the street.
“What the hell?” he said as I continued to take pictures of him.
“What the hell? What the HELL?” I yelled at him as he ran up the hill. “What the hell are you doing, ringing doorbells in the middle of the night, scaring an old lady who came here to relax on vacation? What the HELL?? I WILL find your parents! Count on it!”
These are the pix that don’t show their faces...
I am pretty confident that I can locate their parents. Instead of charging them with trespassing and the whole tiresome courtroom thing, maybe I will have them each cook a complete meal for their families, clean up the kitchen afterwards until Mom is satisfied, and then write me a 250-word report about the meal. Every day, for a week. And the report will have to be written to MY satisfaction. Something like that.
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