Well it’s about time, amiright?! Yes, I finally attacked my closet in search of the picture box containing all the pictures from my youth. It was a mighty battle, but I escaped with the goods.
No, no, no… That’s not the story of the Grand Theft. I will now relate to you how, at the approximate age of twelve (maybe I was eleven, maybe thirteen…sixth grade for sure) I was arrested for the crime of Grand Theft.
It started with my best friend at the time inviting me to stay the night at her house. It was a common thing. I stayed over at her house, she stayed over at mine, no big deal. She was supposed to be “house sitting” for a neighbor of hers so we stayed at her house instead of mine. The house sitting involved taking in the mail, watering the plants, just keeping a watch out. Easy.
My friend was kind of a trouble maker. Way more so than me. Remember, I was a naive dork. I went along with everything because I wanted to be cool. My friend decided it would be fun to have a party in this temporarily vacant house. She had older siblings, so she knew a lot of older kids. She invited a bunch of people to this party that I didn’t know. High School kids! I was nervous and awkward and just hung out in the corners most of the time. The party was kind of a dud anyway. My friend may have known older kids, and they may have come by the house looking for a party, but we were a couple of sixth grade kids with nothing much to offer.
Around 11:30pm there were a few of us sitting around a table in the kitchen/dining area talking and goofing off when the door to the garage opens and the owners of the house walk in. Everybody freaked out and ran for the front door. The owners weren’t due back yet, they were home early. I ran with everyone else, but I was staying over at her house and only ran to the street, and waited for her to come out so we could go to her house. I waited and waited and waited… It probably wasn’t more than a half hour, if that, but it sure felt longer. I debated just walking home, but then I’d have to come up with a good explanation for my parents. Finally she came out and we went to her house.
She said the owners were cool about her having the people over. Obviously not happy, but nothing was broken or damaged so they let it go. After she cleaned up of course, that’s what took so long. We went to sleep and the next day I went home.
Then, in the evening, there’s a phone call from my friend telling me that I have to come back to the house and bring my parents. The police are there and they want everyone who was in that house back there NOW! I was freaking out. I didn’t want to tell my parents that I had been hanging out in someone else’s house without their permission. I just knew I was going to be in so much trouble! Little did I know how much…
I told my parents and my mother informed me how much of a disappointment I was and how I shamed her because she taught me better, etc. My dad just drove and kept quiet. My mother stopped her lecture and started with the pointed silence and bad vibes. We got to the house, parked and went in. The door was open and a police officer was there to greet us.
After we were inside and I’d given my name, I was told I was under arrest and was read my rights. I wasn’t handcuffed at that time. (I wasn’t handcuffed by the police until I was 15, but that’s a different story) I was completely shocked and freaked out. I don’t think I was even crying at this point, it was so unreal. I was being arrested? Because I was in their house? I was in so much trouble with my mother! Funny how I was more afraid of her than the police.
After I had been properly mirandized, I was asked a bunch of questions. Long story short, the homeowners also owned a jewelry store or pawn shop or something, I was never clear about that, but they had coins and rolls of gold and silver chain stored in the house and it was missing. I was arrested for Grand Theft because I had been present in the house. I had no idea about any of the missing stuff. I didn’t know any of the people who had been there except my friend. I was a sixth grade dork in deep doo-doo!
(It’s a picture of a forty year old picture, sorry for the quality)
Does that look like the face of a master thief? The police didn’t think so. Apparently my friend had had people over earlier in the day, before the “party”, people that were friends of her older siblings and one of those people was a master thief and had already offloaded most of the goods in a few pawn shops.
I didn’t find this out until several hours later. My parents and I just stood or sat around waiting for other people who had been there to arrive. This was before cell phones and my friend was calling everyone and everywhere she could think of to try to locate everyone who had been at the house. The police officers were just standing around waiting too. They read me my rights again in Spanish for practice. The homeowners actually ordered pizza for all of us.
Finally, the real thief was located, brought to the house and arrested. (No pizza for her) I was released to my parents. I was never charged, but I was arrested.
So, that’s the story of my arrest for Grand Theft. What do you want to read about next? Here’s the overview post if you’ve forgotten the “options”.
(Handcuffs photo from Pixabay)