In Boston during the blizzard of 1978, outside of my dorm someone committed what I consider the perfect crime. All of the parking meters were deeply buried under snow. Weeks later when the snow melted, it was discovered that dozens of parking meters had their heads stolen.
Must have been interesting for a bank teller when someone tried to deposit hundreds and hundreds of nickels. Plus, we didn't have to pay for parking for quite some time.
- After I ask a stranger if I can pet their dog and they say yes, I like to respond, "I'll keep that in mind" and walk off
- It's above my pay grade. Mongo only pawn in game of life.