Well actually I hadn't changed after the concert, so I was still in my kilt, which may or may not have seemed less bizarre to the cop. (Yes, I was at a convention in boyclothes -- shock! -- but that's my performing-with-HCB costume.) I sometimes think my life is a Zucker/Abrahams movie, but that may be because I'm cinematologically undereducated (not as familiar with Fellini as I should be).
The cop was definitely shaking his head over a) the number of items in each bag, and b) the number of unfamiliar items he had to ask questions about. He said, "Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn't it have been somebody just getting a television set stolen or something?"
I did get a lot of mileage out of the burglar alarm being stolen in 2001. It made it easier to keep my complaining entertaining to othe people on that one, and to express just how pissed I was that the alarm hadn't done its job. (I guess it would've been even more twisted if they'd stolen the sensors as well as the central unit.)
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The cop was definitely shaking his head over a) the number of items in each bag, and b) the number of unfamiliar items he had to ask questions about. He said, "Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn't it have been somebody just getting a television set stolen or something?"
I did get a lot of mileage out of the burglar alarm being stolen in 2001. It made it easier to keep my complaining entertaining to othe people on that one, and to express just how pissed I was that the alarm hadn't done its job. (I guess it would've been even more twisted if they'd stolen the sensors as well as the central unit.)