Ya gotta love it

A few days ago, I learned about a fella I know that was robbed. In the daylight. At gunpoint. With his wife by his side. In his own home. And to beat that, it all happened in a little town of maybe 10,000 people. Okay maybe a few more, I don't know. It was apparent that the assailant knew the victims, because he called them by name and told them that if they just "stayed put", he wouldn't hurt them. He kept his handgun trained on them for a full 20 minutes and talked casually to them before robbing them of a bunch of cash and valuables that they kept not-so-well hidden in their home. He told them he wanted 15 minutes (prolly to get to his getaway car parked on Rich Lane) before they called the police and they waited 10. He is still at large. 

Ya gotta love it. This is almost pretty funny, because not a mile away, there is a "black and white" parked regularly in a hidden spot on the main road diligently trying to catch the notorious speeders of Blackfoot. In fact a week earlier, I was pulled over and warned to slow down for going 39 mph in a 35 mph zone. Jeez, REALLY? Okay, okay....I know...you're right...39 mph WAS still speeding. But, my point is this. John Law was johnny-on-the-spot to apprehend this dangerous threat, but where was he when these other folks reported their theft in such a short time? Hmmmm? I know, the speeders on Rich Lane are an out-of-control bunch. Dangerous criminals. I'll bet you that thief didn't even speed as he drove past that cop and his trusty radar gun. Priorities being what they are and all, I hope the po-leece-man got his quota that day. 

*giggle*