Briefcase Alarm

Let me tell you a story about the day my car alarm went off. It was a Sunday like many other Sundays in early October. I had just finished raking the gutters and I was very pleased with myself. There was a big pile of mud in the gutter general court has regularly accumulated throughout the morning. I was now at the point where I had to do something with him but I had no idea what. How do I get this huge pile of mud in a gutter trash bag, I wondered. I could put the garbage bag on the ground and have someone hold it open and then rake in the bag, but there was nobody around to hold the bag for me over the rake probably tear the bag and make a big waste so that wouldn 't work. The other idea I would be at the wheel in the trash can shovel in the backyard and all the muck in the bin open, but when I started I found that the waste already packed full and garbage collection was not until Tuesday.

I started being a little frustrated and frankly a little worried because my neighbor Steve Stickler real court to keep clean and gives me a lot of not having a court in Nice that he, by saying that my "Landscaping and subpar overall disproportionate use rock to space trees" will bring the market value of his house. Steve is a reflex, sometimes real. So, leaving this mess in the middle of my yard was certainly not an option unless I wanted to incur the wrath of Steve (as my wife calls it). I had to come up with a plan and I had to get to this fast because there were a game ahead of Dallas on the three and I knew I'd probably be drunk during the game to have the energy or stamina to cope with the mud later if I waited for this moment that I might as well wait until Tuesday when the pickup Garbage is emptied my Trashbin because God knows I'm not going to deal with this crap work after Monday. I call it my "relaxing" time and I can not be bothered (ask my wife, she knows.)

I was standing in my yard thinking about forty-five minutes by this point, and three hours was closing in fast. I had to do something that I did the last thing and it is obvious that I could think that I now realize was one of the best ideas I ever had, I raked all the muck of the pile around my garden to spread over my lawn like a thin layer of crunchy peanut butter. In fact, it looked very much like crunchy peanut butter if you watched from above. I decided that was the best short-term answer to my problem and that's all. I would like to deal with later (I have never dealt with later, we had an early snowfall this year which covered until spring, but that's another story). I put my rake, cracked service life and watched the Cowboys get their hats given by the Denver Broncos. Woe is me, I thought.

It was about ten o'clock when I heard the car alarm go off. I have not heard anything other than the alarm. When I went outside to check I found the passenger door and forced open my bag with all my important papers for the closing on Monday, Johnson and a box of saltines I had just opened, disappeared . I never knew who did it or why. I do not think it was related to the mud gutter, but I wonder sometimes, it might be.