While I was working away on a POV master piece, I heard my brother pull 
up outside. I thought 'Oh great, he'd want to come in and talk.'and 
brake my train of thought. Then the phone rings and rings. Great! So I 
answer it. It is one of those scams where they pretend to be the IRS 
looking for you. Trying to get you to sent them money. Train of thought 
gone. I got online to check out the scam. Then BAM! BAM! BAM! at the 
door. I thought Great! I can't doing anything, my brother wants in must 
have an arm full of something. So I say loudly " THERE'S NO ONE HOME! "
Then get up to open the door. I open the door slowly so not to hit my 
brother. Don't see him. Open the still farther still no one.
  I step out and find 7 or 8 member SWAT team loaded for bear! Guns 
pointed in my direction, the start dogs barking. Dumfounded, my first 
thought is to say 'Are you from the IRS". I didn't. I just stood there 
taking it all in. One of the officers ask If I was alone. I said no my 
brother's around here somewhere. Then I looked around and notice that 
his car was gone, he came home in his truck. It was Wednesday, he goes 
to the casino on Wednesdays. I told them so. I heard him come but didn't 
hear him go.
  Finally I got a hold of myself to ask who are they where looking for. 
"Doug" was the answer. I thought for a moment. I know two or three 
Dougs. So, I say "Last Name."  The answer was gobydegok to me, I just 
knew I didn't know him and told them so.
   One of the dog handlers holding the lead to his jumping dog said with 
a mixture of fear and frustration "Where's Doug!".
I calmly said "I don't know. The Whetstones live here."
He said with dog still jumping"He has to be here my dog follow him 
straight to the corner of your house!"
I starting to feeling more confident said "That might be. We live in the 
woods and any one can walk through here."
  The rest of the story is rather mundane. They asked if they could 
search our buildings for the guy. I said "Yes, I rather you find him 
then me." While they where searching, they got a call saying he was 
spotted a mile east of my place and they all piled into the 3 or 4 
verticals. I didn't even notice the vehicles until they started to leave.
   As far as I know they never caught the guy. They did arrest one of my 
neighbors. I guess for harboring him or drugs or both.

Have fun!

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On 10/2/2015 6:32 PM, Leroy wrote:
> While I was working away on a POV master piece,


And did you finish it? ;-)

You will dine out on that story for months.

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     Stephen

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Stephen wrote:
> On 10/2/2015 6:32 PM, Leroy wrote:
>> While I was working away on a POV master piece,
>
>
> And did you finish it? ;-)
No, still working on it:)
>
> You will dine out on that story for months.
>
I got to tell that story only 3 time. 4 time counting here.

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On 10/2/2015 7:36 PM, Leroy wrote:
> Stephen wrote:
>> On 10/2/2015 6:32 PM, Leroy wrote:
>>> While I was working away on a POV master piece,
>>
>>
>> And did you finish it? ;-)
> No, still working on it:)

Stop making excuses then and finish it. ;-)


>>
>> You will dine out on that story for months.
>>
> I got to tell that story only 3 time. 4 time counting here.
>

That's off. I would expect at least six months of free meals. With that one.

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Regards
     Stephen

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Stephen wrote:
> On 10/2/2015 7:36 PM, Leroy wrote:
>> Stephen wrote:
>>> On 10/2/2015 6:32 PM, Leroy wrote:
>>>> While I was working away on a POV master piece,
>>>
>>>
>>> And did you finish it? ;-)
>> No, still working on it:)
>
> Stop making excuses then and finish it. ;-)
A master piece is never finished. But I wish I had that excuse with I 
was in school. 'I'm sorry I did do my home work because of Swat!'
>
>
>>>
>>> You will dine out on that story for months.
>>>
>> I got to tell that story only 3 time. 4 time counting here.
>>
>
> That's off. I would expect at least six months of free meals. With that
> one.
>
I did say I lived in the woods. My neighbors where more worried for them 
selves to listen to the full story. And you can't walk up to stranger at 
Walmarts and say have I got a story for You!

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Reminds me of an acquaintance who for some time worked for a company
that did furniture and stuff for banks.

One winter day he and a colleague of his were working at a bank after
closing time, in order not to disrupt daily business. The work did
involve some welding in the vault.

The police had been well informed in advance at the local level.

Not so at the state level. Well, at least not until some neighbor
noticed the strange nighly activity, and for some reason decided to call
/them/ rather than the local cops.

Need I say what came next?

They didn't knock though - at some point my acquaintance just went out
to fetch some tools. And his colleague followed some minutes later,
wondering what took him so long out there.


Also needless to say, the two later decided that getting hold of some
booze had a slightly higher priority than finishing their work that
night. Apparently, staring down the barrel of an automatic rifle makes
people thirsty.

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On 10/2/2015 8:04 PM, Leroy wrote:
> Stephen wrote:
>> On 10/2/2015 7:36 PM, Leroy wrote:
>>> Stephen wrote:
>>>> On 10/2/2015 6:32 PM, Leroy wrote:
>>>>> While I was working away on a POV master piece,
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> And did you finish it? ;-)
>>> No, still working on it:)
>>
>> Stop making excuses then and finish it. ;-)
> A master piece is never finished.

Sometimes mine are never started.

> But I wish I had that excuse with I
> was in school. 'I'm sorry I did do my home work because of Swat!'


That beats "my hamster ate my jotter". Hands down. :-)
>>
>>
>>>>
>>>> You will dine out on that story for months.
>>>>
>>> I got to tell that story only 3 time. 4 time counting here.
>>>
>>
>> That's off. I would expect at least six months of free meals. With that
>> one.
>>
> I did say I lived in the woods.

You did but it didn't register. In the UK, woods are what used to be 
there. ;-)

> My neighbors where more worried for them
> selves to listen to the full story. And you can't walk up to stranger at
> Walmarts and say have I got a story for You!
>

No, I don't suppose you can.
It deserves to be told though.

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Regards
     Stephen

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Leroy wrote:

> But I wish I had that excuse with I
> was in school. 'I'm sorry I did do my home work because of Swat!'

So, after my husband died, it looked like going back to school with Pell 
grants and student loans might be a route to survival.  Meanwhile, my 
nephew had given me an adorable puppy (and let me just add, my old dog 
thought it was a Terrible Idea and an Utter Betrayal--for about 36 
hours, after which she was HIS puppy)...And so it was, that I found 
myself, at the age of [mumble mumble], able to stand up in class, wave a 
shredded worksheet in the air, and proudly say, for the first time in 
[mumble mumble] years:

"MY DOG ATE MY HOMEWORK!!!'

It was, and remains, one of the great moments in my life.

--Sherry Shaw

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That is a funny/weird story indeed. It can end quite badly however 
sometimes though. A couple of years ago here, police erupted into a 
house, bashed and forcefully arrested the people living there, upturned 
the furniture, smashed what could be smashed, only to discover 
afterwards (oops!) that they got into the wrong house in the street.

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Thomas

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On 3-10-2015 6:30, Sherry K. Shaw wrote:
> "MY DOG ATE MY HOMEWORK!!!'
>
> It was, and remains, one of the great moments in my life.
>

<grin> Nice!

-- 
Thomas

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