I’m at my office and my phone rings:
me: Morning, babe — You need me? (an 8:30a phone call is not typical brunertown)
SB: Ummm…this morning, when you got in your car, was my truck parked in the driveway. It is not there.
me: (think for a very long time) Come to think of it, no…it was not…but thanks for pulling all the trash to the driveway. Very thoughtful.
SB: Sarah — my truck was stolen from our driveway. I’m calling the police.
After filing a report, the deputy says he’ll be in touch and let us know what they find. Literally, 8 minutes later, he swings by the house, and Stephen’s truck has been found. Stephen is on his way right now to identify/pick it up.
By police policy, Stephen had to ride in the back of the car. Hopefully a first and last all knocked out in one:
And all before 10:45am. Impressive work, brunertown.