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Early morning phone call
Apr. 22nd, 2007 09:37 amLast night around 2:30 a.m. my husband's phone rings and he spends several minutes talking to some woman about what must have been a work-related matter because I drift back off hearing the words "truck" and "vault setter" and "call so-and-so, he's our contact in the area".
So I ask him this morning who called and he tells me it was the police. Someone had stolen one of their work trucks (with the vault setter hooked up to it) last night and gone on their merry way down the highway, scattering parts and stuff all over the place.
Of course I wonder how that could have happened, because all equipment is supposed to be locked up at night. Dear hubby tells me that somebody left the truck outside the fence - with the key in the ignition!
"What kind of idiot does something like that?" I demand to know.
"Hey, hey, easy now," he says, "how was I supposed to know some crazy drunk lady would want to take my truck for a joyride?"
So I ask him this morning who called and he tells me it was the police. Someone had stolen one of their work trucks (with the vault setter hooked up to it) last night and gone on their merry way down the highway, scattering parts and stuff all over the place.
Of course I wonder how that could have happened, because all equipment is supposed to be locked up at night. Dear hubby tells me that somebody left the truck outside the fence - with the key in the ignition!
"What kind of idiot does something like that?" I demand to know.
"Hey, hey, easy now," he says, "how was I supposed to know some crazy drunk lady would want to take my truck for a joyride?"
