December 19, 2009

It's too cold to sit on the porch tonight so here's a past neighborhood story. On December 19th of last year, we heard a strange noise. Eric says "that was a car crash." Like the nosey neighbors we are, we both raced to the door. Sure enough, it was a jeep bouncing from one of the neighbors cars to the next. After smashing into two cars on the street the jeep careens into the telephone pole right in front of our house. After trying to back up and regain control (which didn't happen), the driver jumps out and starts to run. "He's going to get help," Eric says. He wasn't. By now, the drunk neighbors and friends have run outside to assess the damage, I am on the phone with the police and Eric is realizing he is not going for help. We point the drunk boys in the direction of the perp, in hindsight that was a bad idea. Thank GOD they didn't catch him. Instead they took out their drunken anger on the jeep. Boy 1 (that owns the place) is the more level-headed of the bunch and yells that the cops are coming. There is a lot of swearing. T-town's finest arrived and talked to the boys first. The jeep had hit Boy 1's roommates' cars (like a pinball game). He then looked around, walked the path the perp had taken, and then came to chat with us. We gave our best description of the guy who ran off. White guy, average, and running. According to the policeman this happens all the time. We never did find out who it was. I hope the boys at least got some cash for the damage.