So, Nick and I just completed our good deed that should last our karma for the next week.
We both got off work tonight, pretty bored and decided to go downtown. We were wandering, met up with Mike. Hung out with Mike, went to Miraz, had an interesting time as is always with him.
Around 3 we got dropped off at Nick’s truck and were going to head to our respective places when we noticed a guy standing in the middle of the right lane on Sheridan. We were reluctant to stop, but did anyways.
The guy had to be about 23. Turns out his roommates car had been stolen while he was at the bar. I think his name was John.
As the story goes, John and his roommate Brian had been at the Brewers game, Brian got drunk, John decided to play catch up at the bar while Brian was passed out on their couch. In a 30 minute span Brian’s car was stolen. The story gets better. John’s car’s license plates are expired, and from Florida, so he took Brian’s. The way he found Brian’s car is because it’s a silver Ford Focus with it’s driver side mirror knocked off.
So he used my phone, called KPD, three squads showed up. The cops kind of played it off, and seemed to be toying with them. I figured they would be bigger pricks about the ordeal, but they just were pricks in a different way. They kept bouncing him around with his story. They didn’t ask him for his roommates name or check the cars registration or anything.
John checked the car doors, one of the doors were unlocked, he showed the cops his house keys which he had kept in the car. The cops said “ok” and left, never got out of their cars.
Nick and I followed John to his apartment where he grabbed his roomates car keys.
John was driven home by a Zion Police officer, who was off duty, after the car was stolen. In a (probably half drunken) confused freaked manner he had left the cars keys there and drove around with his car looking for it.
He got in the car, drove off, and Nick and I had quite a chuckle.
