That's just wrong.

In reply to mtn:

In Gainesville this coming weekend...

One great thing about parts cars is criminals always think that someone could be home

RossD wrote: I heard a story where someone got their grill stolen. A couple days later it was sitting on their porch with a note. Note went something like this "Our son stole your grill, we found out and made him return it. You weren't home. Here are some tickets to the Brewers game this weekend. Sorry" Yup, there house was burglarized while they were at the game.

That's really low. And fairly brilliant.

GameboyRMH wrote: People leave extensive evidence of having used cemeteries here as a lovers' lane...not the parking lot either, but among the graves. And there's no goth culture around here, so it's weird.

Perhaps this belongs in the Minor Confessions thread but…

When I was in High School, my girlfriend and I spent countless hours in our local cemetery after closing time.

We weren’t into Goth and we didn’t mean any disrespect, we just seized the opportunity to have a huge beautiful park all to ourselves.

I had a chocolate brown ’79 Celica that I would strategically park such that we could keep an eye on the entrance while being well obscured behind a knoll. Even if our position was known and the police drove at full speed, given the distance, we had a solid minute to escape on a little dirt road at the back of the cemetery that passed through an abandoned Christmas tree farm and let out in a residential area.

We were always careful to pack everything out (yes, I’m referring to beer bottles, wine bottles, condoms, etc.) and neither of us ever divulged our secret to our friends.

Bottom line, we never got caught in all the years we did it and one of my fondest memories ever was a Saturday evening we spent in the cemetery when it was pouring down rain and the clock turned midnight. We both noticed the time, flashed a big grin at each other, cranked up the radio, and went back to making out…good times.

Added later…

I realize there’s a lot to criticize me for here…under aged drinking and sex along with possible disrespect for the dead.

I decided to share my story anyway because it’s my history good or bad and I know there was no malicious intent on either of our parts. We never got drunk, we never got pregnant, and we never got caught.

Susan passed away several years ago and I wouldn’t trade those incredibly special memories for anything.

We have to watch the lot at our church during service because thieves will find an unlocked car, take the garage door opener and the insurance certificate (which has the home address). They know most people will be gone for at least an hour and likely live nearby. So it gives them about an hour to complete the B & E. Drive up to the garage, open the door, pull in, put the door down, kick in the interior door and clean the place out.

People do, indeed, suck sometimes.