Well...I've had an adventurous hour...
I was sitting in the living room watching tv when I hear this thud on the front window. I immediately suspect what it is because the house was egged a couple of weeks ago. I jump up to look out the window just in time to see a kid jump back in a Ford F150 and speed off. Grrrr...
Well...a lady who was taking her little one around trick-or-treating comes to the door to tell me this and the first three letters of the plate were CUR. I thank her profusely for that tidbit of information. I now know what kind of truck and the first three letters of the plate. That's plenty for this nose...
As Matt will tell you, I've got a nose for finding things. I hop in the Versa and go on a little tour, thinking these clowns may be local. Head around the crescent where a known bad kid lives. Nope...no truck. Drive down to the area where they knocked down all the houses thinking they might be hanging out down there. Nope. Drive up Ogden Road...figure I'll drive to the gas station and then come up the hill from that side. What's parked at the gas station? A black Ford F150 with three kids milling around. Hmmm...I pull around the corner and sure enough, SUR... I drive by them to see if I know any of them. None look familiar so I pull up cross-ways, behind the truck. One kid is trying to wash something off the side of the truck. I roll down the window...ask them what's on the side of the truck. "Someone threw egg at us", they say. Really? You sure you're just not bad aim? Huh?? Well...one of you just threw an egg at my house and I'd like to know why. I don't know what you're talking about. Really?? Just 10 minutes ago your truck stopped outside my house and one of you punks threw an egg at my house. It's all good. I've got your whole license plate now. I'm sure the police will be calling one of your fathers to let him know what you kids are up to tonight...
So...I drive off. I get home and start looking in the phone book to see what number to call. Just then Beth opens the door for some more trick-or-treaters and calls to me to tell me there is a cop car right across the street.
I suspect someone's father will be asking his son some questions tonight...
Oh yeah...CUR 840. If anyone has access to that info I'd love to know who these punks were...