Little Bastards! I hear a radio out in the shop, walk out find a cop standing there (Damn cute female cop!) with a bunch of my bank statements, cancelled checks etc. They apparently were stolen from my mailbox and were found on edmonds street or something like that. Great, now I get to watch all my accounts closer for a few months.
On a side note, I was trying to come up with a good way to get arrested by her, but nothing came to mind. I must be slipping. I do have her business card however
