I laughed for a good 5 minutes after reading this.
After being burgled by a potential customer, a man called police to report the theft of his marijuana.
I keep trying to imagine how that call went.
“Yes, hello, police? I’d like to report a robbery. Someone broke into my home through a window, there’s blood everywhere.”
“Is there anything missing?”
“Well, yes, officer, there is. I’m short a quarter pound of the illegal narcotics I was planning on selling.”
You should watch “Cops” more often. The VH1 “Behind The Scenes” episode on “Cops” concluded with a clip in which a woman actually called the police claiming she’d given her neighbor $20 for crack, and the neighbor hadn’t delivered, and she wanted the cops to get her money back. The cop was good enough to cross the street and question the neighbor, who denied taking the money and added: “Everyone knows we ain’t got no crack. We’re prostitutes.”
I’ve seen nearly identical stories in the news at least three or four times in the last few years. They never stop being funny, though. The idiocy it must take to do something like this is astounding.
I call people like this “the ten-percenters.” Have you ever noticed that every time you see one of those depressing surveys that points out how poorly Americans perform in math, geography, and other subjects, there’s always close to 10% of the population that misses questions an average second-grader could answer?
For instance, 11% of young adults (age 18-24) in the United States cannot find their own country on a world map.
I strongly suspect that Kory C. Tibbets is among them.
I worked for a major corporate relocation company. Fortune 500 companies pay us to help move their people around. We once had someone call our moving division wanting to fill out a missing goods report (not unusual - in a move, something always goes missing or gets broken). He wanted to report his stash had been stolen. :rolleyes:
The other side of this is that after they arrested the thief and recovered the marijuana, they asked the original “victim” to come in and identify his stolen property. When he did, they promptly arrested him.
I’m reminded of an item I read in the “News and Notes from All Over” column in Playboy several years ago. Somebody had been arrested and booked, and his buddies were short on cash. So they tried to bail him out with a “bond” of cocaine and stolen clothing. All of a sudden, the original perp was joined behind bars by a few of his pals.
OK, I thought about this for a good 5 minutes. I was sure that there was some reason, no matter how incoherent, that he called the cops.
I gave up. I can not make myself stupid enough to follow his line of…
well, thinking just isn’t really it, is it?
Course, I’ve always believed that you could make more money and have an easier time in life if you did something legit rather than spending all that time, money, and paranoia trying to outwit the cops. It’s true, though, that most of my dream jobs don’t involve a lot of money.