Greeting Hairballers,
Late again. Book
launches, thunderstorms and hockey games have kept me from my computer.
The award this month hits close to home and goes to—the person unknown who tried to rob Lee
Summerall’s car.
Lee lives down Gulfport way in a residential area and had parked
on the street by her house over night as usual. In the morning she discovered
that the glove box was open, the contents scattered through out and—a cell
phone was lying on the passenger seat.
Nothing was taken.
The robber even left the eleven cents that was in the ashtray. The police came, wrote it up and took the
cell phone (a burner from Virgin Atlantic).
That’s the last she’s heard.
Perhaps the police don’t bother with cell phone leaving, unsuccessful
buglers, or should I say bunglers.
Hairballs,
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