On the afternoon of Monday, May 10, my car got broken into on Dallas Morning News property. I was parked on the first floor, and some chump who saw my GPS decided to break my driver's side window, take it for himself and make a run for it.
I noticed it as I was leaving for the day, at approximately 5:10 p.m.Fan-freakin-tastic.
Yes, I should not have left my GPS out. I usually lock it up at night, but I carelessly thought it would be safe on "highly secured" grounds in the middle of the day on company property.
So I called security, the cops, my fiance and my insurance company. I didn't leave the parking lot until about 7 p.m. after having to clean out the glass and deal with all the other inconvenient tasks that come along with this type of unfortunate happening.
I remember noticing red fibers in
the crevice of my window, so using my sly detective skills, I came to
the conclusion the chump was wearing a red shirt during the time of the
crime. I told the cop. He didn't seem to care.
When I got to work the next morning, there were two other cops
talking to the security guy as I walked into the building ... security
guy said they think they caught the chump on property surveillance
video.
"Was he wearing a red shirt?!" I said.
"Yes!" Security guy said.
I watched the tape. It was a black middle-aged man wearing a red t-shirt, khaki shorts and a baseball cap. He apparently jumped a fence, did his business in about 45 seconds, and was seen running back the same way he came from with his hands in his pockets.
Security
guy said he saw the same guy sitting in a chair under the overpass that
is next to our building THAT morning wearing the SAME CLOTHES as the day before. Cleaning
woman said he lives there. The cops say they are going to catch him, and they drive around for a while that day.
Later that afternoon, three of my
co-workers and I leave to go for a quick Starbucks run. When we are
pulling away ... WE SEE THE CHUMP!!!
We drive around to the
front and I jump out of the car to let security guy know. I abandon the
Starbucks bound car and stay at work.
Security guy and I
decide to stealthfully walk around the property to see where he's
headed, while he calls the police who were helping that morning and
tell him the direction in which chump is going.
They catch his
burgaling booty, and security guy and I walk across the street where
they've got him. We are watching from a distance, but I try to snap
photos. (see above.) Around this time, I start playing the COPS theme song in my head. JUSTICE.
One of the cops comes over and tells me chump has nothing
on his person (no Kendall GPS, crack, dead kittens, etc.) and he isn't
fessing up to anything. They take him in for questioning with a
detective and are going to show him the video surveillance to see if
they can get him to fess up.
I have not heard word on the status of chump, but I do know that it was pretty dang satisfying to get a little justice on something like this. Many people have had to deal with car burglaries, but most don't get to see the sorry fool get caught.
If they get chump to fess up, I can press charges. Which probably won't do any good. But still, it was a good day. I felt like a crime fighter.
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