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Ahh, thieves... Scum of the earth.
Story #1: This was quite a few years back when I was still living at home with my Mom and it was around 2AM. Well Mom is a super nightowl and I guess the thieves thought 2AM most people are asleep and it would be a good time to hit up the neighbors work truck for some tools. Needless to say Mom was still up and heard them whacking away at the side window with what turned out to be a hitch ball; well she ran outside with the baseball bat screaming the whole way, which in turn woke me up, I jumped up and followed with my 12G and got to see her running down the driveway screaming at the thieves with her baseball bat. The thieves turned around and freaked, jumped back in their Blazer and tore out of the court. Stolen plate and they were never found, but they didn't get anything out of the neighbors truck either. Only damage was the busted side window, and we ended up with an eternally grateful neighbor. Chewed out my Mom for going crazy on the thieves, could have easily been shot.
Story #2: This was after I moved out of my Mom's, out of CA to NC. One of my days off (happened to be a weekday), and I lived pretty damn well off the beaten path. Good 2 miles down a dirt road, only have 4 neighbors on the whole road, and one vacation property next door to me. Guess the fellow thought he would come by and try to break into my beater DD which was a 91 Nissan 240SX. Well sitting on the couch watching TV I hear a car approaching which is odd this time of the day as most of the neighbors were already home, two retirees and one fellow who was off at work already. I peek out and see a beat pickup pull up next to my driveway and a fellow jump out of the pickup walk towards my car. Waited until he was right next to the car and grabbed something out of his pocket to fiddle with the car locks, then I jumped out of the front door and asked him if I could help him with something. Head pops up, and he stammers no and beats feet back to the truck and off he went. Never had a problem there again except for the random teenagers looking for a place to drink and fornicate.
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