brickabrack
Joined: 17 May 2010
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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 10:36 pm Post subject: |
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Rounding one fallen-down building, Mr. Moore encountered a lone thief as he piled bricks into the back of an S.U.V. Pushing the rear seats forward, the man had nearly filled his vehicle when Mr. Moore approached on foot.
�Put them all back, and I won�t lock you up,� Mr. Moore yelled as the man, dressed in a filthy T-shirt and ragged pajama bottoms, stopped in his tracks.
Apologizing, the man, who declined to give his name, said that he had been �messing with bricks� for only a week, and that he had never been asked for identification when selling his harvest.
�I don�t even know the man,� he said. �You just pull up there and sell him your bricks.�
As the man drove off, Mr. Moore turned to head back to his office.
�He been doing bricks longer than a week,� Mr. Moore groused. �Those bricks will be gone tomorrow.� |
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