Mike stopped briefly at Harbor Freight today to look at some sort of tool. He was in and out of the store in a matter of minutes. When he returned to his truck in the parking lot he saw a man with a big, relatively new, black Ford truck taking wood and pallets out of the back of Mike’s truck and loading them into his own.
You may recall me mentioning Mike’s newest hobby of up-cycling pallet and other wood. He was bringing a truckload of items home when he made that stop at Harbor Freight. When Mike saw what was happening, he yelled out at the man asking him what he was doing. The man was startled. Apparently, he thought Mike would be in the store longer. The man had already taken a number of things out of Mike’s truck and put them in his own. Needless to say, Mike insisted that the man return them to his truck. According to Mike, he kept asking the man why he had taken the wood out of his truck, but the man never really responded. I imagine being caught red-handed stealing out of Mike’s truck and being confronted by him about it gave the man quite a fright. Mike can be an intimidating looking fellow when he has his “are you stealing my stuff” look on his face.
Mike got all his wood back because he came out of the store at the right time and was not going to let this man drive away with his wood, but the whole episode leaves me unsettled. Who does that? Actually, scratch that. Who does that in Fargo? Who just steals things out of someone’s truck bed in broad daylight?
Sure, it wasn’t the crime of the century, but it was theft. This guy committed a crime. Mike did not call the police because he was headed to pick-up Cheyenne from school. I would have called the police. I would have thrown a bloody fit.
Mike has already moved on. I have not. I can see this type of thing happening in California or other places, but not in Fargo. That is not how we roll – we don’t steal from each other. I hope the man in the black Ford truck thinks long and hard before he tries something like this again. Who knows, the next time he may be greeted by someone even more intimidating than Mike – a crazy woman who will not only call the police, but also lecture him for a solid hour on the way his actions soiled Fargo’s good name. Okay, maybe an hour and a half of lecture.
Day one thousand three hundred and eighty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da