This weekend’s events coming to an end, I thought Sunday would be a night full of rest and sleep. (with the addition of the occasional spooning, big.)
Wrong. Matt M. of North Dallas tells of last night’s tale.
So, last night, I was privy to an interesting sight. To my credit, this time I did not go chasing after the criminal, so family and friends should be pleased.
Since I’m too lazy to type out the saga numerous times, I’m just pasting my IM conversation with my neighbor, Joe. (I am the first person to speak.)
“Dude, did you wake up last night, around 3:45?”
“yes! i couldn’t sleep at all”
“I saw it all!”
“what happened?”
“You know the Kwik Car Lube?”
“yea”
“Ok, so, my bedroom is the one on the west side, and I have a view of the place. About 3:45 or so, I hear a noise like glass smashing. I look out my window, and I see this guy in a white hoodie walking around that parking lot. He then goes through an empty pane of glass on the “garage door” of the Lube shop.”
“whaat?”
“He goes in, and I see a light inside. It wasn’t an overhead light, it was kinda like the light that appears when there’s “live electricity”, if that makes sense.”
“yea”
“(It was a white “flickering”, as opposed to something steady) Well, then there looks to be another light, localized and low to the ground. Possibly from a flashlight.”
“this is very observant”
“The guy then comes back out of the “bay” and starts walking away, with the hood pulled over his head. His hands are in the “pockets”, near the stomach. The lights go out, and he proceeds to head back towards the Lube place. About 30 seconds or so pass… All of a sudden, the headlights of one of the cars in the docking bay comes on.”
“did you call anybody?”
“And the dude drives the car through the closed garage door.”
“o damn”
“Yeah, I called the police once I saw him start to head in.”
“intense. what kind of car”
“Couldn’t really tell. It had a build similar to a Jetta, but I wouldn’t stake my life on that being the make / model. So, I’m talking to 9-1-1, telling them all this. Of course, they end up showing up at the scene around 4:15 or 4:20. My phone rings. An officer wants all the details. I am going through it, and he tells me that they can’t turn the power on inside, so I guess he did something to the fuse box, which would explain the first light I saw.
I give him my details and get back into bed. 20 minutes later, he calls again.”“jeez”
“Asked if I knew how the guy got into the lube place. I explain that, while I didn’t see how he smashed the glass, I saw him go in through an empty pane, and the noise that presumably resulted from him initially breaking the glass was what caught my attention.”
“i remember hearing hammering. louds bangs”
“Apparently, there were multiple incidents of that kind of behavior last night.”
“wow. all at the lube place?”
“Yeah. Oh, well, not all at the same one. But a bunch of similar types of places up and down Greenville.”
“yea…greenville can get quite shady”
“Apparently so.”
“specifically across 12″
“I just didn’t know if you heard anything. I told you about when I was on a jury last year, right?”
“na. i def. heard stuff”
“The case I was “dealt” was a crime that happened right off of Park, a mile (at most) from where we live. Dude, we live close to one of the heaviest “crime areas” in the mteroplex.”
Greenville Ave. has been mighty shady lately. Looking to take advantage of the great housing market? Do your research.
