Getting Caught Is When Things Go From Bad To Worse
Ed, my old neighbor from Saskatchewan, called yesterday to complain that his luck had deserted him last week. His foot was a little heavy on the gas pedal, and he got a ticket for speeding. His wife, Ruby, did the, “I told you so,” blame thing; which lead to cranky words and periods of strained silence which lasted the better part of the week. Last of all, at curling Ed, tripped on the hack and slipped and went down on the ice on one knee. He was disgusted when his teammates asked him if he needed glasses or to quit drinking.
Knowing Ed, was still grumpy and wanting sympathy, I tried to cheer him up with a story that I was reading when he called. I told Ed about Keith Schultz who made the news from Ridgecrest, California. The twenty-eight-year-old young man is very slim and planned to slide down the chimney of an upscale home. He intended to enter the house through the chimney so he could disarm the alarm system, and then let his fellow robbers into the house.