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Originally Posted by LGAFF
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I've got a similar story. Woke up one night to the doorbell ringing. Was around 1am. Don't know why I decided that was the time I would jump up & run downstairs in my underwear. Then the egg hit the window. My wife & are are adults, no kids. I bust a55 out the door full throttle - in my underwear - and chase the surprised kids down the sidewalk, across the footbridge (creek in front of house) and to the street. Jumped in front of the car and got the plate. Jr. took off without me getting a piece of him, but I did have the plate and a subscription to PublicData.com. Guess who was waiting at home for him when he and his buddies rolled up.
I hopped out of my car, which looked very Gov't Issue. Never identified myself as a cop, but had the 5-cell light in his face and was shouting at him "Get on the ground! Do it now!" (I watch COPS a lot.) 3 punks scrambled but I got the driver. Got his license, asked him where he'd been. "nowhere! I swear! Are you a cop?" "No" I said. "Go home, don't come back out tonight. I'll be in touch."
Next morning at 8am I was on the phone with his mom. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to call you this morning, but I have video." She was embarrassed and apologetic. She called the mom of another one of the kids. She was a strong black mom who didn't take any sass. She proceeded to round up all the kids who showed up within 20 minutes with buckets and brushes and soap. They cleaned every window, every piece of the front of the house. Then they all apologized.
I only had one question. "Why my house?" Best answer was a shurg and a "I dunno." Completely random.
And you know, I have the same question again about this weekend's incident. Unfortunately, even though I'll never know, I have a feeling the answer would probably be the same, only this time from an older, drunker punk.
Quasar: no, no vid of this one. Probably just as well though.