Blog #81: The Cops, Again...

I swear, I'm 5 for 5 now.  Each month, I've encounter cops one way or another...and right now, I am sitting in my room waiting for HPD to come.

So I rolled home about 30 minutes (I'm probably going to publish this WAY after I wrote it) ago and couldn't find my usual parking so I parked a little bit further than normal and noticed that the wheels were missing from this nice luxury car parked next to me.  Which I thought was odd since it was perched on 2 bricks.  And of course nosy me goes to the other side of the car and noticed that the other side of wheels were missing.

With that being said, there are only 2 scenarios I could see...
A) Someone stole their wheels because it's a nice car
B) The owner is fixing his/her wheels and took it all off and I might look like a dumbass reporting it to the police.

Hence...the internal debate started and I tweeted about it because that's quite a walk that I have to take to my apartment and if I get mugged or killed...at least I tweeted about it and everyone knows my situation instead of my dialing 911 where no one would know what had happened to me if a bad person snatched me away? Ya, my logic is pretty screwed up.

And now I am sitting in my room waiting for the police to call for me to come downstairs and report it. I'm sleepy...I'm going to sleep, they have my number.

To be continued...