Crime in the streets

Many years ago, I was robbed in the street. I was walking down a dark street, against parked cars when, suddenly, a man slipped out of the car, pointed a gun at me and said, “Give me your wallet.” I looked immediately at his shoes (I didn’t want him thinking I was memorizing his face) and handed it over.

Of course, When I arrived home, I immediately informed the police of the incident. They responded by saying they would send over officers to take my statements. When the officers arrived, I let them into the apartment; there were two of them, the shorter of the two dwarfed my six foot height. It was he who asked if I’d called in the robbery. “Yes”, I said.

“You have any ID?”

“I was robbed on the street; I am the rob-bee; they took my wallet. You want to see my ID, go catch the rob-ber.”

I’ve often wondered if they laughed, later.


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to Crime in the streets

  1. PennyD says:

    Oh, Would have loved to have seen their faces. Heh.

    Liked by 1 person

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