We live in a town of less than 15,000. It's pretty quiet, with very little crime outside of the occasional drunk or domestic dispute. One night we were up watching TV after midnight when we heard a knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole and there's some guy standing there with his head down so I couldn't see his face. I went to a window and took another look. The guy was a stranger, around 20 years old, 6 foot, 200 lbs. His hair was messed up and his shirt sleeve had a tear in it. I asked him what he wanted through the window. He claimed he'd been jumped by some guys in my neighborhood and needed some help. Being jumped in our neighborhood is extremely unlikely, but I called 911 anyway, but didn't open the door.

The dispatcher asked me if the kid needed medical attention, I said probably not, unless he tried getting into my house. They sent 2 squad cars and an ambulance. After they took him away the police sergeant told me the guy was a nut and his whole story was a fabrication. He just wanted some attention. Apparently my house was the first one he saw that looked like people were awake. I hope he outgrew that problem because a lot of people here are gun owners and it's legal to kill people breaking into your home in Oklahoma if you feel threatened. It could have been tragic instead of just annoying.

 

I was thinking of doing some of that, but lettering a warning of the side of the mailbox, something to the effect of: "Warning! Steel reinforced mailbox, do not hit! Injury may occur!" in red letters. There's my disclaimer, if anyone still has to try it out I can say I'm not liable, I clearly labled the box. It's on them. The box is back up now, as of this morning since I first posted this. It's a bit stronger than it was, but not reinforced or anything. We'll see what happens, maybe the punks will go cow-tipping or something for the next few nights and then come back after everyone's got their mailboxes repaired. They really need to get a life...

On another track, after my folks split up and my mom was living alone, she slept with her window open on the hot nights...till some guy came up to the window about midnight and asked her, "Have you seen my dog?" Scared the crap out of her and she started sleeping with the window closed after that. She's still not sure if the guy was actually looking for his dog, he seemed a bit, "out of it", if ya know what I mean.

 

mail box whacking is a federal offence. if someone is caught, normally the local police will instantly turn them over to the local federal authority, usually the F.B.I. that is why the kid got 2 years in the pen and 4 probation. (it was probably parole btw)

20 years ago,after 5 boxes getting run over, i did the same thing. 6 inch I beam sunk 5 feet in the ground with a 36 inch concrete deadman anchor, wrapped with 1X6 pine, topped with a wood wrapped steel interior box....2 weeks later at 10 pm some kids were riding around "box wacking" with aluminum baseball bats. they hit around 10 when they got to mine. as the swinger was rolling on the ground in pain screaming his fool head off, a cop came around the bend following their carnage. he got out of the cruiser as i came walking down the drive with a 45 on my side, and carrying a remington 870 riot gun. with a smile on his face, he asked me if i wanted to press charges. i said naw, but they have to pay for all them boxes they busted, and their parents have to apologize.
3 days later there is a knocking on the door, its the swinger, his arm in a cast from the broken wrist he got from the steel box, and his father, a cop from the next town over. to this day, the swinger, a cop now himself, will not let me forget about that day that he broke his wrist with that bat, and then had to go tell his dad what he did, waiting for the beating that he was sure to come, but instead had to deal with me again.

 

I had a person that lived down the street that felt my front grass was his dog’s personal toilet. I could never catch the little “darling” doing their deed on my house, so I put my camera out and videoed and watched it every day, This guy was like clockwork and would come out about ten minutes after I left for work. Well, I told my wife to take my truck to work and I stayed home. As soon as I saw his two “little” wonders start heading out to my yard, I went out and got my dog and went out the side gate. I walked around to the front of my house and ask him what he was doing. He got all miffed and stated that his dogs needed to go to the bathroom. His dogs were not on leashes. I simply state that I do not appreciate his efforts to fertilize my lawn and that I have a week of footage of his dogs and him standing in front of my house using as his personal litter box. I told him that I will contact the police and the HOA if I find one more lawn stick on my yard and then I handed him a peace of paper (really thin) and told him to pick up his dogs efforts. He did and mumbled off and this was the last of his moronic behavior.

 

That was around here, the welder they used at work would not go out in the Winter if the weather was bad, he stayed at home, and one of the things he made was steel mailboxes. A sherriffs kid wacked one of the boxes from a moving vehicle, shattered his forearm. Suddenly he's a star baseball player, scholarship, and so on. They sued the home owner and the welder. The jury didn't buy it, kids parents got countered with lawyer and court cost. Guess the kid will be putting himself thru college

 

The only problems we have in town are the beatnik druggie skateboarder teenagers. And what do the cops do? Nothing! When my dad was a cop before he switched careers, he laid the beatdown on the kids and we didn't have any problems.

 

I haven't heard the word "beatnik" in years.

I know that there was the beatnik generation here before the hippy generation.

I think that was in the late 50's early 60's.

 

We usually take those type of whacko suspicious types and shoot em and bury em out back.

At least we lead them to believe we are about to!

 

My grandad did the same trick with the mailbox years ago, when the local drunk up the street used to run over his box about once a month. This time they totalled the car, and broke their bad habit.
About 45 years ago, when my mom was at home at night alone,(dad worked nights) someone kept siphoning her gas. One night she heard something and turned on the porch light. A guy popped up from behind the car and started running down the drive. She emtied the clip on her .32 auto in his general direction and never lost any more gas. Bad habits really aren't that hard to break with the proper motivation.

 

There was a guy down the street from me that would stand out in front of his house and wave at every car that went by. He did this for years. He was a big guy, and obviously had a bit of a mental problem, but seemed harmless.

During the summer I would take my walks really late at night to avoid the heat. One night this guy was standing out in front of his house again and when I passed by he said, "Aren't you afraid to be walking this late all alone?" I tried to act tough and told him in a very confident tone of voice, "Not at all. I can take a person down in two seconds, no problem." We chatted a bit as I continued to walk on by. He was also out there on several other occasions after that, and then I didn't see him for a few years. Come to find out that he was in jail for rape and child molesting. Talk about getting the *******.

Michelle's Gottaford

 

That's FREAKY!

 

That's KINDA FREAKY!

 

Is that what they do for fun in Idaho? When the going gets tough, take a peek in someones window!!!!!!!

 

Oh wait ... that last story I wrote wasn't quite as nerve racking as these though.

#1. One day I got in my car and suddenly a body sits up in the back seat. It scared the holy living tar outta me. Fortunately, he was a friend that merely used my car to sleep off a drunk.

#2. I went steady with this one guy for quite a while. I have pictures of us dancing and kissing on my parents back porch at my sixteenth Birthday party. He wanted to get married and all that, but he was a bit of a whiner, so I broke up with him. Luckily I did because several years later he ended up murdering his wife and chopping up her body and distributing it in several different parts of the El Paso, and New Mexico area.

#3 I dated a guy that proved to be very abusive and ended up being a stalker that threatened my life.

I have another one too, but I'm not sure if I should mention it. I just haven't had very good luck with people.

Michelle's Gottaford.

 

Wow...I thought I had it tough. I lived in West Philly for awhile, on a college campus, next to a halfway house. I can't even begin to remember how many times I've gone to work and walked past a total stranger sleeping on our front porch.

One time, a bunch of guys tried rolling into one of our parties. It was obvious that none of us knew them, however, it was only my buddy at the door, and he's a little guy. They started pushing their way in, and he hollared for help. Well, 3 floors worth of drunken frat boys mid-party poured down the stairs, and these guys ran out of there quicker than anything I've ever seen in my life. They even started a rumor around our campus that we had 'Fight Club' in our basement...we never even touched each other, and rarely fought anyone, but around that time, we had a streak of guys in our house doing stupid things, normally when drunk, and a bunch wound up with fat lips and black eyes, so everyone looked like heavyweight fighters to them. It was pretty funny.

There's also this group of teenagers, where the oldest can't be 16. You'd be walking, and this could even be mid-day, and someone would sucker punch the back of your head. You'd turn around, to see the kid laughing, and 30 of his buddies behind him waiting for your reaction. Even with some of them being so young, you'd have to drop your fists. They haven't robbed anyone, or even hurt anyone realy bad, but it gets under your skin when you have to watch yourself against punks who are 12-16 years old just because there are 30 of them.

Then, there are the crazies. Most of them are unemployed and homeless, which is amazing considering some of the stories they can produce. With that kind of ability, I'd think there'd be some kind of outlet for it. Anyway, one woman caught me as I was returning back to my house, and she asked me for some help. She went into a story, tears and all, about how her daughter was shot the night before just up the street. She asked for some money to help defray the cost of the hospital, but I was broke (still in college...broke was a way of life for me). I was still heart-broken by it, seeing this woman's reaction and all, and gave her a bunch of food that I had. I mean, we're talking canned goods, cereal, fruit, vegetables, even a whole lasagna! Two weeks later, my friend comes in and she looks visibly shaken. I asked her what had happened, and she told me about how she met a woman who just had her daughter get shot yesterday around the corner, and all she had was $20, so she gave it all to her. That one really bothered me...it's not my conscience though.



EDIT: You know what though? That was my mom's lasagna, and that stuff is awesome. How are you going to take an Italian boy's homemade lasagna from him? She better have at least recognized it as the best lasagna ever.