I bought some books from a trailer trash type woman today. We'll call her M.
Fast foward an hour or so.
One of our regular scouts and I are standing in front of the store enjoying some smokey treats and M who is parked on the street right in front of the store gets in her SUV, starts it up, and backs into a motorcycle, knocking it down. It was a Ducati. She asks for a piece of paper and pen to write a note. She leaves a note on the bike and leaves. Knowing what type of person she is I note her plate number, figuring she'll leave false info.
Fast foward maybe half an hour.
The owner of the bike comes in telling me that the phone number she gave was no good. That's a surprise. I give him the license plate number.
That's not the best part.
Flashback to when I bought books from her. When we do so we get their license and fill out a form with their name, address and DL number. I gave that information to him.
I hope she gets nailed.
Fast foward an hour or so.
One of our regular scouts and I are standing in front of the store enjoying some smokey treats and M who is parked on the street right in front of the store gets in her SUV, starts it up, and backs into a motorcycle, knocking it down. It was a Ducati. She asks for a piece of paper and pen to write a note. She leaves a note on the bike and leaves. Knowing what type of person she is I note her plate number, figuring she'll leave false info.
Fast foward maybe half an hour.
The owner of the bike comes in telling me that the phone number she gave was no good. That's a surprise. I give him the license plate number.
That's not the best part.
Flashback to when I bought books from her. When we do so we get their license and fill out a form with their name, address and DL number. I gave that information to him.
I hope she gets nailed.
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