Brian ordered some fencing from Home Depot a couple of weeks ago. For the property. Over $4000.00 worth. It came in and he went and picked it up last night, loaded it on his trailer.
No room in the driveway to park his truck with the trailer, so he parked it on the street.
Around 3:30 this morning, he’s yelling “get outta there!” It woke me up, I thought he was yelling at the cats. Damn. He’s out of bed, looking out the window. He runs out of the bedroom, I hear a door in the hallway. I realize he was yelling at something outside. I can’t see it, but I take up the cry. Yelling out the window “get outta there!” I see him outside. He’d grabbed the bat and was running up the driveway, with bat in hand and wearing only his tighty whities. The car had gone, we’d heard it drive down the street.
Brian thinks it was only one person, he heard no talking. And he’s not even sure if the guy was looking at the fencing, but very well have been checking out the house kitty-corner from us, with the way cool Christmas decorations. They’ve got a couple of those blow up things and one is Santa driving a little train and inside the train is a merry-go-round. That must have cost some toonas and I’m sure it would look nice on just about anyone’s lawn.
I did say to Brian maybe he should say something to them, just in case and he said “why? it will just put them on edge and if someone’s going to take it, they’re going to take it.”
Good point.
Damned tweakers.