A man had been camping out in his car in our parking lot the past few days. After enduring, I don't know, like five of these over-night stays, I decided I had to call the police. (I mean, parking is hard enough to secure in our lot as it is.)
Soon after, I heard a stressed-sounding police officer shouting for our guest to get out of the car with his hands up. This was roughly around the same time I heard the helicopter arrive overhead.
Hmmm, wonder if it's a stolen car, I queried to myself.
Then came this exchange:
Perp: What do you guys want with me?
Cop: What do you think we want with you?
Perp: [Pause] It's because I stole the car, isn't it?
So, yup, stolen car I reckon.
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