Sunday, December 14, 2003
Ho, ho, ho -- rats!
I just got back from a 4 hour road trip home for a sort of pre-xmas Christmas. My brother and I and my parents exchanged some gifts and went out for dinner. It was pretty low-key and mellow for once. My dad just got out of the hospital a few days ago, so we kept it pretty slow and easy.
This morning we went to a local restaurant for breakfast. The place is pretty good, if a bit smoky. Around here they haven't gotten to no-smoking restaurants yet. Technically, there's a no smoking section, but with so many others smoking, it's hard to tell. I had a waffle and some hashbrowns that was pretty good. At least the waffle was made there and not some reconstituted frozen thing.
What was a hassle though is that my brother had his coat ripped off. Some low-life left his raggedy-ass coat behind and took my brother's woolen trench coat. He'd left his car keys in them, so those were gone as well. There was a local (this is a town of 2000 by the way) cop there and didn't think it was stolen. First he said my brother left it at the table, which he didn't and then he said he left it out in the car, which he didn't. The cop wouldn't believe that someone would steal a coat on Sunday morning just after church! He said half the cars out there even had bibles on the seats. And that wasn't said with an Andy Sipowitz satiric tone either. I think he actually believed it. Most of the customers on Sunday morning as either just before or after going to mass.
The other excuse given was that whoever took it, probably took it by mistake. How the hell do you mistake an expensive woolen black coat with green scarf and gloves with some raggedy-ass cotton coat with a black scarf and no gloves.
It wasn't the value of the coat so much that was a problem is that he got it from a very close friend who died a year ago. It was one of the last things he had to remind him of a very good friend. I hope the dirty rat that stole it chokes on a communion host and sets himself on fire from a votive candle.
Luckily I had my car keys in my coat (at it hadn't been ripped off - the advantage of having no taste in fashion). The cop gave me a ride back to my parents house where I got in my car and got an extra key for their house, went in and got their big old Ford to go back and pick them up. My brother and I hung around the restaurant for another couple of hours hoping the nitwit would return with the coat and keys, but no luck. Good thing my brother had an extra set of keys for the rental.
2fers: New Buffalo Police and Historical military clothing
