Last night while at work, I received a text from my roommate saying that our bikes were missing from our garage. Someone had stolen them, along with four of my roommate's golf clubs. Needless to say, we were both pretty pissed about it.
This morning, I noticed outside my window three children (probably 8 or 9 years old) walking around our garage, each with a golf club in hand. I immediately threw on some shoes and ran outside to confront them about it. It turns out, yes, they were the same golf clubs that had gone missing last night. They had three, and the fourth one was at a house down the road. Within a few minutes, I had all of them back.
I asked where they got the golf clubs, and they told me that "Johnny," another neighborhood boy gave them to them this morning. I then asked about the bikes. They did not know anything, but they suspected that Johnny probably had them, too.
Johnny, according to these kids, likes to steal things. They didn't even have to think about it. As soon as I said the bikes were stolen, they were all like, "Oh, that was probably Johnny. He does that."
I investigated Johnny's supposed house, but I didn't see the bikes, and nobody was home. I feel like a fucking detective tracking down mischievous 8-year olds. Completely ridiculous, but I will say, it makes me feel a lot better about my neighborhood that this stuff was stolen by kids who were just screwing around than by legitimate adult criminals.
This morning, I noticed outside my window three children (probably 8 or 9 years old) walking around our garage, each with a golf club in hand. I immediately threw on some shoes and ran outside to confront them about it. It turns out, yes, they were the same golf clubs that had gone missing last night. They had three, and the fourth one was at a house down the road. Within a few minutes, I had all of them back.
I asked where they got the golf clubs, and they told me that "Johnny," another neighborhood boy gave them to them this morning. I then asked about the bikes. They did not know anything, but they suspected that Johnny probably had them, too.
Johnny, according to these kids, likes to steal things. They didn't even have to think about it. As soon as I said the bikes were stolen, they were all like, "Oh, that was probably Johnny. He does that."
I investigated Johnny's supposed house, but I didn't see the bikes, and nobody was home. I feel like a fucking detective tracking down mischievous 8-year olds. Completely ridiculous, but I will say, it makes me feel a lot better about my neighborhood that this stuff was stolen by kids who were just screwing around than by legitimate adult criminals.
