The mad car chase

Hi Minna. I know I usually don’t write so early but something happened just now that I thought was very funny and I had to write. By the way, I’ve been resting and I feel a lot better today. Anyway, My dad just walked in a few minutes ago. Now my Uncle owns and operates his own pest control company, which I will dub, B’s Pest Control. Well, when my dad’s in he often works at least one week for my Uncle to help him out and make a little more money.

Well, my dad walks in and tells me “My pest control truck was stolen.” Of course I’ll have to tell you the story from his point of view. He said he went to inspect a house and accidentally forgot the keys to the truck in the truck. Well he forgot his flashlight and when he came from around the house to get it he saw the truck was gone. He called the pest control people and told them the truck number and told them to tell the police.

Well, some people reported a suspicious driver and it turned out to be the guy, all I know is it was a black guy. The police came looking for him and he took off. He hit a carvet a parked car and then took off. Now in La. we have houses that are sometimes up on pillars. Well, he was going really fast, I’m sure you can imagine, and he made a turn and the truck hit a house that was up on pillars. It moved the house over a good 12 inches. Well the guy jumps out of the truck and takes off. My dad said the police were still looking for him when he got his stuff out of the truck.

He said the truck was wrecked and covered in that stuff the cops use to detect fingerprints. He said, after he reported it, his brother, my Uncle C. came and picked him up and they had a conversation that went something like this.

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“Did you leave the keys in the truck?”

“Yeah.” My dad says.

“Don’t do that again.” Uncle C. says.

“Right.” Dad says.

“I didn’t have any insurance on that truck.”

“You what?”

“I didn’t have any insurance on that truck. I dropped it a while back.”

“You’re joking.”

Uncle C. calls up his wife my Aunt D.

“D, do we have insurance on that truck?”

“No, C. we don’t.” she says over the phone.

“Well, will you call and check?” he asks.

“Sure.” She say.

Anyway, it turns out they did have insurance on the truck. The lady who works as their insurer said she kept the insurance on. I think her words were,

“Yes he told me to drop it but I didn’t. I don’t always do everything C tells me to do. I mean it was a good truck and it only coast him a few dollars extra to insure it.”

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Dad says this’ll probably be on the local news soon. I thought it was the funniest thing I’d ever heard. I mean the truck’s got my uncle’s logo all over it. It’s just a tad suspicious. Oh well, anyway that’s all for now. Ja.

MM