Before leaving New York today, I got an interesting phone call. A friend who had a somewhat funny and disturbing story all wrapped into one. I guess bizarre would describe it better.
This lovely couple, residing within thirty minutes of good old Columbus, Ohio, bought a pricey new grill. Stainless steel, double burners, real high end stuff. The new grill was out on their patio. Being as most people don't stay home all day, the grill was left alone for hours at a time. One day, when the couple came home the grill was gone. Not knowing what to do, they called the police and filed a missing grill report. The police involvement need not last long, as they returned home a few days later to find their beautiful grill right back on the patio where they had originally left it. On it was a note.
The contents of the note were quite interesting: Sorry about your grill. We needed to borrow it, ours broke during a cookout. Please accept these tickets to the Ohio State football game as an apology.
Bizarre, right? I told you.
So, as it seems any Columbus dweller would do, these folks went to the Ohio State game. The seats were fabulous and they had a blast. I would rather watch Case Western Reserve football (they have won 38 straight spanning 4 seasons), but apparently some people bleed red.
They came home from the game feeling good. I imagine them, reliving their experience with big smiles on their faces. Picture those smiles fading faster than the eye can see, when they noticed their house had been completed emptied. They were set up.
No doubt a football game would take a good four hour chunk out of their day. A four hour chunk that left their home vulnerable long enough to clear it's contents entirely. All they were left with was a grill and the memory of an Ohio State football game. Bizarre turned sad. No doubt they were calling the police again.
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