I know you guys and gals are going to yell at me.
My laptop was stolen yesterday off my dining room table while I was home at one in the afternoon. I had the radio and lights on. The dog was on the first floor (labs are not good guard dogs by the way). I was upstairs when this happend. The windows and backdoor were open. The creep came in the side window after slitting the screen with a boost from a buddy and grabbed the laptop off the table. I heard a ziiiip sound when the screen was cut but thought in was my girlfriend taking off her coat or something. Then a bang as the chair was moved from the table.
That was a strange two noises. So, I come downstairs and look around. There is a kid sitting on his bike in front of my house (lookout I presume). I walk around and notice my laptop is gone and then notice the slit in the screen. I go upstairs, grab the glock and hop in my truck and drive down the street. I see the same kid that I saw in front of my house with another six or seven kids. He stares at me as I stare at him. I dont see the computer. I go home and call the cops.
I went downstairs after hearing strange sounds unarmed.
I didnt call the cops immediately after seeing my house had been broken into.
I went chasing after who I thought was responsible.
It is surprising how the upper level cognitive functions shut down when under stress. I didnt think about what I was doing. This is my first instance of this and hopefully my last. I have learned my lessons.
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