ACORN
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The post with the wheelbarrows reminded me.
My Dad was doing some landscaping in his front yard out by the street. He had dug about a 12” hole for whatever reason that he was afraid someone might trip into in the dark, so he flipped an old rusted out wheel barrow over it to cover the hole.
The next morning he hears a noise outside and sees a scrapper driving away with his wheel barrow.
He grabs his shoes, calls my sister that lived 2 blocks way, and gets in his car and chases the “thief”. My sister was aiding in the search in her car.
Suddenly Dad spots him driving down the road and gives chase.
The “thief” must have thought Dad was nuts, as Dad was flashing his lights and blowing his horn behind him. Finally the guy stopped and asked what the problem was.
Dad sternly answered, “You took my wheel barrow, and I want it back or I’m calling the police”. Real crime of the century stuff here.
The guy replied incredulously “That piece of junk? I thought you put it out for scrap!”
My Dad said it was his and he wanted it back.
The guy agreed to follow Dad back to Dads house. Apologized for the mistake and left.
A couple weeks later there’s a knock on Dad’s door and theirs the scrapper. He told Dad he really felt bad about taking the wheel barrow and saw one at the flea market and bought it to replace the decrepit one he had taken.
My Dad was doing some landscaping in his front yard out by the street. He had dug about a 12” hole for whatever reason that he was afraid someone might trip into in the dark, so he flipped an old rusted out wheel barrow over it to cover the hole.
The next morning he hears a noise outside and sees a scrapper driving away with his wheel barrow.
He grabs his shoes, calls my sister that lived 2 blocks way, and gets in his car and chases the “thief”. My sister was aiding in the search in her car.
Suddenly Dad spots him driving down the road and gives chase.
The “thief” must have thought Dad was nuts, as Dad was flashing his lights and blowing his horn behind him. Finally the guy stopped and asked what the problem was.
Dad sternly answered, “You took my wheel barrow, and I want it back or I’m calling the police”. Real crime of the century stuff here.
The guy replied incredulously “That piece of junk? I thought you put it out for scrap!”
My Dad said it was his and he wanted it back.
The guy agreed to follow Dad back to Dads house. Apologized for the mistake and left.
A couple weeks later there’s a knock on Dad’s door and theirs the scrapper. He told Dad he really felt bad about taking the wheel barrow and saw one at the flea market and bought it to replace the decrepit one he had taken.
