Real-time blog of a bad but enthusiastic ASL player,
and maybe a few good ones.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
My apartment was broken into yesterday while I was at work. The
burglars made off with an old broken iPhone and about $2 in quarters.
Seems I outsmarted the thieves by being clever enough not to own
anything worth stealing. Check and mate, burglars.
They went through most of my drawers and dumped them out, opened
cabinets etc. I was instructed not to touch anything until detectives
were able to look around and take fingerprints. No prob.
The detectives moved around taking photos, occasionally stopping to
take prints. Then one detective came upon the open cabinet with all my
ASL stuff inside. He looked at it skeptically. "What are all these
plastic trays, sir?" Great. Already a stressful day and now I have to
explain what ASL is to this guy. "Uh. Those are where I keep my
narcotics collection." I didn't really say that, but at the time it
seemed like it might have been easier.
I just said "it's parts for a game." He accepted it and kept moving.
After they left I went over to the cabinet and saw my Plano full of
black SS counters sitting right at eye level. It's a good thing the
break-in artists aren't eBay savvy.