Modified the view from the front door....
I would tell him to JUST WALK AWAY FROM THE GASOLINE AND I WILL SPARE YOUR LIFE
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or......."Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be prosecuted"Post a sign out further that reads “Trespassers will be shot, and survivors will be shot again”.
It happened at 11:50am ...then he rolls past at 2:43pmI thought this took place in the middle of the day??
Full moon rising ! lol
Just as likely, the bad guys out here in the country know the good guys are a good bet to be armed, too.I would have done exactly what you did, but I wouldn't bother with a police report: When I lived in the city, if you tried to file a police report on someone who rang your doorbell asking for gas, the police would be irritated and tell you to stop wasting their time.
... and that's why I now live in country. There just aren't many creeps out here.
My sister is pretty active on FB with the Eastern Suburbs Grapevine......they always come through.I'd print and laminate posters of him as a warning to others and stick them on every lamp post on your street.
Too bad if he really did just wanted petrol but it would serve him right for wearing those pants. That alone should be a crime. Lol.
Earlier this summer the wife and I were watching tv about 10pm. We were startled by a knock on our patio door. It was a 30 something woman, she had hit 3 coon and was worried she may have damaged her car.
Didn’t anyone care about the man (or woman) that she hit?
At least they did that job to a good standard. True, if they could apply themselves at a real job every day, their problems would be partly solved.I may have posted this before, I can’t remember. Anyway…
Last spring at about 0700PM wife and I are just finishing supper. It’s pitch black outside, and minus twenty.
There’s a knock at the back door.
I open it to find our two well known female crackheads and ‘ner do wells standing there. Both in running shoes, one isn’t even wearing a coat. I’m in the far north, remember. They are obviously checking the house out.
”Hey mister, do you need your deck shovelled?” I know why they are there, but what the hell.
”If you shovel my deck off I will pay you real money to do it.” I say.
They worked hard for about an hour. Did a fantastic job, shovelled my large deck right down to the wood, every flake of snow off, even chipped the ice off the steps. Perfect job. I gave them forty bucks cash and they scurried off to their dealers place.
If they put half that much effort into doing a legit job they would do well. But crack changes everything.