Some people just don't know when they have it good. This morning, Danny, Orna's husband, asked for the key to the shed so he could take 'their' Passover dishes( the ones *I* bought for them) and when I refused to give it to him, he went right ahead and broke in and took them. I called the cops while he was doing it, but they got here after he left with the dishes. The cops, wanting to keep life simple for themselves hinted that as Danny said that he'd fix the damage, maybe I'd wait with the complaint, then, went their merry way without taking a formal complaint. Danny also had the nerve to tell the cops that I owe Orna 3 months salary. Um, I don't think so. She was paid for every day she worked, and then some. Her salary was based on a full work month, and if she averaged 3 hours of real work a day, I'm a harmless kitty cat. I was ready for his nonesense, so just said very quietly that I can prove otherwise. One of the cops winked at me as if to say that he knows the liar is! Before heading for town, I took a picture of the damage, which looks small, but will require that the whole door on that side be replaced. When I got home, an old friend who is a cop called to wish me a happy holiday, and when I told him what had happened, he told me that it was indeed breaking and entering, and to lodge a formal complaint tomorrow. My lawyer said the same thing when I called him about it. So, that's exactly what I will do, first thing tomorrow. The pilgrimmage has already started with three neighbors trying to convince me to not file a complaint. Everyone would be well advised to save their breath. That family crossed my red line long ago, and I am out for blood. They can say anything they want about me to anyone they please. I know the truth.
I just love stuff like this when I am 100% right, and ready for the fight. This is going to be so much fun.
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Lucy,
Are you going to file the B&E charges?
I would add that to your scenario and get them even further.
The nerve of these people is unbelievable.
Well, since you love this kind of stuff, you'll have a blast during this fight.
Well, of course I am. This is going to be so much fun. They are going to be so sorry. Now, please just tell me how to get this evil grin off my face.
Wow! I commend you for the way you handled that situation. I think many here would have just gone, got a gun and shot the guy.
Jaguar
Jags, Yeah, well, the took my gun away after the stroke, otherwise, I might have been tempted, but this is ever so much more fun!
What ever makes you happy... :)
Happy Passover, Franne.
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