Justice is a Dish Best Served Luke Warm.
6.22.2009 by Psuchee***Minor Content Warning in the Videos***
Friday night we were driving home from seeing The Proposal.... because I am a good husband- that’s why. When we turned on the street close to our house, we saw two punk kids walking and they looked like they were up to no good.... started making trouble in my neighborhood.
As we drove by I heard a THUD and saw something hit the front of my wife's car. I slammed on the breaks and turned around to see them looking back and laughing. My first instinct? I can take them both. I put the car in reverse ready to take both of them on, but my wife insists that I let it go. She is concerned that they might be holding a gun or something. And thus ends my "Bruce Willis in Last Man Standing" moment.
We call the cops and I want to circle back, and find them, but my wife wants to go back home and check the car. We go home. So no sweet fights and no sweet recon work…. *sigh.
With disappointment in my voice, we call the police and give a description of the two blokes, but its late (like midnight), dark, and they two guys are not exactly standing in the light so we can get a good look. What we do notice we relay to the police.
I drop my wife off, clean off the car, look for damage, and hop in my other car (in case I do see them again I want the element of surprise) and head back to the scene to see if I can find those punks. I am driving around looking for these guys and as I am on route, my phone rings. It’s a police officer. The officer says they have two people matching the description I gave and they are holding them, but they need me to better describe the punks to positively ID them. The police had the right people. Of course I “just so happened” to be out and about at this time, so I offer to pop by and say howdy to the boys.
I have already given up on my “sweet tales of glory as I beat up 2 guys all by myself” and I have already given up on my “locate and recon” dreams, but I have one plan left. I am desperately hoping for that "Police officer conveniently takes a phone call out of ear shot and line of sight” scenario.
When I got there I was very happy to see the two punks in handcuffs....
"Is that them?" asked the officer.
"Oh yeah.” I replied. “That is them"
There was an awkward pause as I waited for the officer to ask if I wanted to teach them a lesson or introduce them to our friend "Billy the Club." I mean, I didn't want to be the one to suggest it, but I think officer knew where I was coming from.
"Ok, we will arrest them" the officer said.
"Do you need me to do anything else?" I asked (hinting that I could probably make the two a lot less "mouthy" if given the opportunity)
"No, we are all set, but you will want to look at your car for damage. If there is damage you can press charges." The officer replied.
Disappointed, I told the officer I would.
I got home a told my wife what had happened. At this point she was ready for bed and practically falling asleep. I wondered how she could sleep while something so exciting was happening all around us, but she was very capable. You know I honestly think she had already forgiven them!?
My phone rang again and the officer asked if we wanted to press charges. There was a scratch near where the egg had hit, but I couldn't in good conscience say authoritatively that they had caused it. Also, it probably could have been buffed out with some wax. I asked what would happen if we did or didn't press charges. The office said that if we did, they could be charged with a felony. If we didn't they would still be charged on breaking curfew and would still get in a lot of trouble.
From the sounds of it, the office didn't think we should press charges- especially if we didn't have any major damage. My wife and I discussed and we didn't press charges.
In my mind I am more a fan of vigilante justice.... the kinds where I get to perform an arm bar or triangle choke. Upon reflection, however, I should probably learn how to do them before I attempt them live with my wellbeing on the line.
So the punks got arrested, but didn't get felony charges.
At the end of the day, they were just punks, but they should be grateful my wife was in the car with me because she has the crazy thing called common sense.
She promised to keep sharing it with me as apparently I have none.
Putting the “fun” back in “ fundamentalist”
