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Crime, Punishment & Reward
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
A man robbed the Suntrust Bank inside the Publix Grocery Market at 1100 Hammond Drive on Monday. The man, about 5-10� and 200 lbs, produced a note and left with over $2000 in cash. The same man is believed to have robbed another Suntrust inside a Publix on the 19th in east Cobb County.
We would really like to catch this bank robber. Here’s the deal. I will personally treat you to a Ruth’s Chris steak dinner if you can provide the information on the suspect leading to his arrest! Get out there and look around. The last hint we had was possibly in the Athens, Ga. He could be coming in from out of town, doing the robbery, and then leaving back out. Remember-steak dinner!
Another man tried his luck at bank robbery when he tried to withdraw funds from his account at the Wachovia on Glenridge Point. After being told that he didn’t have the funds to withdraw, he made some comments about the money in the teller’s drawer and then walked outside, called 911, and threatened to rob the bank. He was arrested minutes later.
Microwave S’mores?
A 20-year old man was arrested after an officer saw him walking out of a wooded area around 1 a.m. The man was carrying a microwave. The man said he found the microwave in the woods. The officer was somewhat skeptical and later found that the man had burglarized a building on the campus of North Springs High School. The man, who lives next to the school, was arrested. Why did this man say he found the microwave oven in the woods at 1 a.m.? You see, many criminals, when caught, often try to invent magical places, often invisible, where they can run to. Many believe that magical fairies leave money, drugs, and often kitchen appliances nearby them or in their cars just before the police pull them over.
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By ERic
October 29, 2006 9:00 PM | Link to this
These perps never learn LT! We had a burglar break into a house, steal a bicycle only to be captured 3 blocks away 3 hours later by APD. He stated, “I bought that bike from a J who smokes crack cocaine.” They do say the darnest things however!
By Political Foreskin
October 30, 2006 8:16 AM | Link to this
Excellent! Compelling! The must read blog of the week!!
Bravo. BRAVO!!!!!
Your narrative style is perfect for making the police blotter come alive for a reader. You’re doing what you should be doing, sir!
Truth is more entertaining than fiction; Justice more satisfying than revenge; Menopausal hotflashes more devastating than PMS, (but I kid my wife).
Anyway, I have a real event to relate. My ‘63 chevy was stolen in 1971 in Detroit. After two weeks the police called me and gave me the court date to appear to testify against the perp. I showed up, and watched the case get thrown out, without being called to say nuthin. So I got up and got in the elevator to leave the fourth floor, and I found myself alone with the perp. Longest elevator ride of my life. The same perp stole the car again later, and this time I didn’t even bother with the court date, I was just glad when the police called to tell me where to pick the car up. The car always smelled of cheap whiskey and had half empty bottles on the floor of the back seat. I figure this clown stole the car a half dozen times, but get this: he began to park it where he had stolen it, and he would return the car by the morning so I could get to work. The guy lived in the area, and just wanted to joy ride. I paid 100 dollars for that car, (500 in today’s money), so I wasn’t really upset. Why didn’t I care? That’s easy: I needed the booze.
I just marvelled at the law and swore to a group of people then that I’d go to law school and become a prosecuter and align myself with hangin’ judges, and about that time someone passed me the bong, and well, I played “Stairway to Heaven” on my twelve string. Chicks like guys playing guitars for them. They like it real good. At least, this one did. You see, the frat party had started hours earlier and……….