It Happened Again

My poor father, although he gets no sympathy from me, must be having a streak of bad, bad luck. You see he was robbed for the second time this year, last Saturday night. Since he fears walking home from the local bar, he has taken up drunk driving again. Alas, not even driving home from the bar can keep him safe from the criminals in our neighborhood. As he left the bar Saturday, on his way to his car in the dimly lit back parking lot, he was accosted once again, but this time by a band of 3 Hispanics. They demanded he give them his wallet, or they were going to hurt him. Like the coward he is, he obliged them and gave up his wallet forthwith. Just like a little kid when they hurt themselves doing something they know they shouldn't be doing so they don't want to tell the truth about it. My Dad is one in the same, because he didn't want to report the theft to the police because he knew he wasn't supposed to be driving drunk, and didn't want to admit to being victimized twice in 5 weeks. Simply put he didn't want to admit his alcoholism was responsible for getting him robbed twice. My fathers excuse for not reporting it was there was nothing in his wallet, and he didn't get hurt. Ah but the law isn't so blind and as yet another strange twist in his series of unfortunate events that plague my father, he wouldn't have to report the crime perpetrated on him this time.

Sunday mourning he received a call from the Carol Stream (a local suburb) Police. It turns out they had arrested a a couple of guys who had been committing a series of robberies all throughout the northwestern suburbs of Chicago, and they had my fathers wallet on them at the time of their arrest. Stranger still, my dad lied and told the police he had lost his wallet. My mother quickly stepped in and told him he couldn't lie about a crime. So my dad who usually listens to my mother, actually did something that requires courage, he called the police back and told them the whole story, why he initial lied, and what happened. I give him respect for calling the police back, because from my own perspective, I would have had trouble doing that, but he should have just told the truth in the first place. He then spent the next 6 hours at the police station answering questions and what not. He even got to pick one of the perps of the crime out of a line up. Who knows what's in store for my dad next? What I do know is he'll be testifying in several court cases.

That reminds me, I need to update on the whole robbery car theft, that's an even stranger story!