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Thieving little creeps..!
So.. this all started a couple days ago... my bf and I are both managers where I work. Fun times.
He stops by and brings me lunch, spends my lunch hour with me and we chatter and rant about various things going on. While he's there a couple of young teenage boys (probably between 12 and 15), one of them of which we almost busted for stealing from our store, tries to sell us some games. Which is cool.. except a) the games are only the discs, no packaging. Strike one. And b) they're not 18. Strike two.
And we're 85% sure they're stolen, but can't prove it. Strike three.
So we tell them they have to be 18 and they grumble and go to leave. My off-the-clock beau is hanging out near the exit door to have a few more words with me before he heads out and they say "Hey, you work here?" to him. He says "Not today."
Fast forward about 25 minutes, he had left. I get a call from him at our apartment. Apparently the creeps had followed him all the way home, and then knocked on the door and tried to get him to buy some of their ill gotten loot. He said F no, in so many words, and told them to leave. They did.
I spread the word that they followed an employee home to the rest of the staff, our security and the police. Police say they can't do anything except maybe charge them with soliciting IF they can catch them. Grr.
Now, today.. I'm at home off duty, and beau's at work. I'm guessing they were over there and saw him there and decided to stake out the place here... I was laying down playing pokemon (geek alert, geek alert!) and I hear a knock. Thinking it was some of our roommate's friend, they'd been by a few times today while he's at work, I get up and head toward the door. Halfway there, I hear the door try to open. What the...? Thinking the roomie's friends are just screwing around I still head up there, and right before I get to the door, I hear them opening the window!!!
As I put my hand on the doorknob, still thinking it's the roomie's friends and about ready to yell at some knuckleheads, I hear "Oh F$#K!" and I open the door. Cue them freezing, only about two feet at most in front of me, and my brain going into overdrive as I realize its the same creeper-stalker-teenage punk boys who freaked out my beau.
Me: GO AWAY NOW!!!! OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!!! *SLAM DOOR!!!!*
(The whole time the door was open was maybe 15 seconds.)
I then locked the door, deadbolted, and called 911.
About 5 minutes later, cop was at my door. I filled them in on who we think these punks are, suspected thefts, attempted breakin, stalking, soliciting, and semi-vague descriptions (decent on features but only 15 seconds of clothing viewing? Bah).
I then called beau at work, told him I wouldn't be walking down there to help him lock up, told him to tell the security, employees and boss what happened and proceeded to make sure the windows were locked and to find a) my katana and b) some khalua.
Whoof. I don't know whether to be jittery, scared, nervous or tired right now. Sure as hell paranoid. Even if they are half my weight and age, there were three of them.
*grumble* punk ass *grumble* kids, creeping *grumble* breaking in.. get offa mah lawn...
He stops by and brings me lunch, spends my lunch hour with me and we chatter and rant about various things going on. While he's there a couple of young teenage boys (probably between 12 and 15), one of them of which we almost busted for stealing from our store, tries to sell us some games. Which is cool.. except a) the games are only the discs, no packaging. Strike one. And b) they're not 18. Strike two.
And we're 85% sure they're stolen, but can't prove it. Strike three.
So we tell them they have to be 18 and they grumble and go to leave. My off-the-clock beau is hanging out near the exit door to have a few more words with me before he heads out and they say "Hey, you work here?" to him. He says "Not today."
Fast forward about 25 minutes, he had left. I get a call from him at our apartment. Apparently the creeps had followed him all the way home, and then knocked on the door and tried to get him to buy some of their ill gotten loot. He said F no, in so many words, and told them to leave. They did.
I spread the word that they followed an employee home to the rest of the staff, our security and the police. Police say they can't do anything except maybe charge them with soliciting IF they can catch them. Grr.
Now, today.. I'm at home off duty, and beau's at work. I'm guessing they were over there and saw him there and decided to stake out the place here... I was laying down playing pokemon (geek alert, geek alert!) and I hear a knock. Thinking it was some of our roommate's friend, they'd been by a few times today while he's at work, I get up and head toward the door. Halfway there, I hear the door try to open. What the...? Thinking the roomie's friends are just screwing around I still head up there, and right before I get to the door, I hear them opening the window!!!
As I put my hand on the doorknob, still thinking it's the roomie's friends and about ready to yell at some knuckleheads, I hear "Oh F$#K!" and I open the door. Cue them freezing, only about two feet at most in front of me, and my brain going into overdrive as I realize its the same creeper-stalker-teenage punk boys who freaked out my beau.
Me: GO AWAY NOW!!!! OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!!! *SLAM DOOR!!!!*
(The whole time the door was open was maybe 15 seconds.)
I then locked the door, deadbolted, and called 911.
About 5 minutes later, cop was at my door. I filled them in on who we think these punks are, suspected thefts, attempted breakin, stalking, soliciting, and semi-vague descriptions (decent on features but only 15 seconds of clothing viewing? Bah).
I then called beau at work, told him I wouldn't be walking down there to help him lock up, told him to tell the security, employees and boss what happened and proceeded to make sure the windows were locked and to find a) my katana and b) some khalua.
Whoof. I don't know whether to be jittery, scared, nervous or tired right now. Sure as hell paranoid. Even if they are half my weight and age, there were three of them.
*grumble* punk ass *grumble* kids, creeping *grumble* breaking in.. get offa mah lawn...
Figuratively speaking, I don't think he'd do anything without provocation and justification but even so. It improved my mood. 
Eric the Grey
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