Tram
Well-Known Member
Well guys..
I am searching around the house to find pointy objects that I can heat up and stick under my fingernails, I am so bored.. So.. I'm gonna waste some time and tell you all a story..
The title of the story is..
The Corner of Poplar and Massey - A No No Zone!
Ok, so I drive up to Memphis for my 5 days of reserve.. Meet up with a buddy of mine who is also wasting his life away on RSV.. We decide to go get some breakfast.. Well, while dreaming of the over easy eggs I am soon to eat, my traveling companion, let's call him - Mike, says he needs to pull into the Wallgreens and get some head cold medicine - of course, FAA approved meds..
So, we spot a Wallgreens, corner of Poplar and Massey.
"Mike" and I go waltzing into the Wallgreens, both dreaming of Over Easy eggs, biscuits, etc..
We make our way to the FAA approved head cold remedies aisle and he picks his weapon of choice. A nice lil' knock off of Claritin - D.. We pay for the narcotics and ease out of the Wallgreens, on the corner of Poplar and Massey. As we saunter back to the truck I notice that the window that I had previously rolled up, upon arrival at the Wallgreens - on the corner of Poplar and Massey - is no longer in the truck.. "That doesn't look right..."
"Ummm.. "Mike" I think we've been robbed..."
Sure enough! We have been burgled!
"Mike (that's what we're calling him)" eases out of a few choice words then we begin to survey the scene.. What is missing? What is not missing? We notice a cell phone is gone.. I must give some props and shout outs and dap to my boy.. "Mike" as he suggested I take my cell in with me, just in case the evil skCREWed's calls.. His phone is gone.. Not a huge deal, as he is big pimpin' and carries duo, dos, two phones..
Well, we continue the recon of the truck. His Ping I3's are still in the back and it appears nothing else is amiss. The glove compartment is opened, but nothing is gone..
Looks like all that is missing is a cell phone.. No biggie..
"Mike" calls the Po-Po, the Fuzz, the... FIVE OHHH.. They take a report over the phone and we decide to head back to the house and start getting this window fixed..
Once we get to the house - the worst is realized.. The brand new Scott's Flight bag - Gone. The brand new Purty Neat roller bag - Cianara - Gone!
"Mike" has indeed been burgled!
Boze headset - Gone
Oakleys - Gone
Passport - Gone
Pilots License - Gone
Medical - Gone
Manuals - Gone
Jeps - you guessed it.. Gone
Underwear - See ya!
Well.. needless to say.. "Mike" is not having a good day.. He begins the process.. Starts recovering from such a bad deal.. We totally forgot about the Over Easy eggs!!
Well, let's skip forward, mainly because I'm tired of typing..
Kathy the lady at Glassmasters sends Jim out to fix the window.. As Jim is doing the deed "Mike's" phone rings..
Crew Skeds... "Riight.. they're going to call me to fly?"
No folks, no.. This is the best phone call from skCREWed you can get!
Some old ladies seem to have found some of "Mike's" belongings..
We dispatch, roll out, cruise, drive to the locale we are told his items are at...
We get there... and what do we find..
1 - Scotts Flight case.
1 - Purdy Neat Roller Bag
1 - Oakleys
1 - Boze headset
Basically, I am even more tired of typing than I was before, so I'm cutting it even more short..
He got everything back.. Passports, the whole nine..
Cop told us in 13 years as a keeper of the city, he's never seen someone get their property back..
"Mike" - 1
Stupid criminals - 0
The end...
I am searching around the house to find pointy objects that I can heat up and stick under my fingernails, I am so bored.. So.. I'm gonna waste some time and tell you all a story..
The title of the story is..
The Corner of Poplar and Massey - A No No Zone!
Ok, so I drive up to Memphis for my 5 days of reserve.. Meet up with a buddy of mine who is also wasting his life away on RSV.. We decide to go get some breakfast.. Well, while dreaming of the over easy eggs I am soon to eat, my traveling companion, let's call him - Mike, says he needs to pull into the Wallgreens and get some head cold medicine - of course, FAA approved meds..

"Mike" and I go waltzing into the Wallgreens, both dreaming of Over Easy eggs, biscuits, etc..
We make our way to the FAA approved head cold remedies aisle and he picks his weapon of choice. A nice lil' knock off of Claritin - D.. We pay for the narcotics and ease out of the Wallgreens, on the corner of Poplar and Massey. As we saunter back to the truck I notice that the window that I had previously rolled up, upon arrival at the Wallgreens - on the corner of Poplar and Massey - is no longer in the truck.. "That doesn't look right..."
"Ummm.. "Mike" I think we've been robbed..."
Sure enough! We have been burgled!
"Mike (that's what we're calling him)" eases out of a few choice words then we begin to survey the scene.. What is missing? What is not missing? We notice a cell phone is gone.. I must give some props and shout outs and dap to my boy.. "Mike" as he suggested I take my cell in with me, just in case the evil skCREWed's calls.. His phone is gone.. Not a huge deal, as he is big pimpin' and carries duo, dos, two phones..
Well, we continue the recon of the truck. His Ping I3's are still in the back and it appears nothing else is amiss. The glove compartment is opened, but nothing is gone..
Looks like all that is missing is a cell phone.. No biggie..
"Mike" calls the Po-Po, the Fuzz, the... FIVE OHHH.. They take a report over the phone and we decide to head back to the house and start getting this window fixed..
Once we get to the house - the worst is realized.. The brand new Scott's Flight bag - Gone. The brand new Purty Neat roller bag - Cianara - Gone!
"Mike" has indeed been burgled!
Boze headset - Gone
Oakleys - Gone
Passport - Gone
Pilots License - Gone
Medical - Gone
Manuals - Gone
Jeps - you guessed it.. Gone
Underwear - See ya!
Well.. needless to say.. "Mike" is not having a good day.. He begins the process.. Starts recovering from such a bad deal.. We totally forgot about the Over Easy eggs!!
Well, let's skip forward, mainly because I'm tired of typing..
Kathy the lady at Glassmasters sends Jim out to fix the window.. As Jim is doing the deed "Mike's" phone rings..
Crew Skeds... "Riight.. they're going to call me to fly?"
No folks, no.. This is the best phone call from skCREWed you can get!
Some old ladies seem to have found some of "Mike's" belongings..
We dispatch, roll out, cruise, drive to the locale we are told his items are at...
We get there... and what do we find..
1 - Scotts Flight case.
1 - Purdy Neat Roller Bag
1 - Oakleys
1 - Boze headset
Basically, I am even more tired of typing than I was before, so I'm cutting it even more short..

He got everything back.. Passports, the whole nine..
Cop told us in 13 years as a keeper of the city, he's never seen someone get their property back..
"Mike" - 1
Stupid criminals - 0
The end...