Tags: car thieves, East L.A., security, Sluggo Security, dispatcher, security gates, apartment complex, key card, burglary tools, vatos, I call bullshit, deputy dawg, Barney Fife, factotum, jarvis
Hey! I foiled a car theft last night at the apartment complex I was guarding in East L.A. It was fun. The three vatos were determined to get a car last night, but old Deputy Dawg (me) was too sharp for them.
One of them climbed under the car access gate and let the other two in, but they didn't get their burglary tools 30 feet onto the property before I was running them off.
They waited until they thought I had gone to sleep like a normal security guard. Then they got in their rental car with no license plates front or rear and followed a resident's car onto the property. Trouble is, it takes a key card on the gates to get in and a key card to get OUT, too, so they were trapped.
I chased them around the apartment complex driveways (me on foot, them in their car---doh!) for about half an hour until I got too winded and called dispatch. Dispatch said to just let them out. She didn't want to be bothered with police reports and such at this time of night. I had the feeling I had woken her.
"I call bullshit!" I yelled into the phone at the dipwad dispatcher and hung up.
Doh! I coulda saved all that Deputy Dawging. So I motioned them over to me and told the car thieves I was going to let them out. You shoulda seen the look of relief and disbelief on their faces. It was like they'd just won the lottery or something. No jail tonight, vatos. Lazy-assed dispatch says so.
"Come back and see us again," I told them on their way out.
One of them climbed under the car access gate and let the other two in, but they didn't get their burglary tools 30 feet onto the property before I was running them off.
They waited until they thought I had gone to sleep like a normal security guard. Then they got in their rental car with no license plates front or rear and followed a resident's car onto the property. Trouble is, it takes a key card on the gates to get in and a key card to get OUT, too, so they were trapped.
I chased them around the apartment complex driveways (me on foot, them in their car---doh!) for about half an hour until I got too winded and called dispatch. Dispatch said to just let them out. She didn't want to be bothered with police reports and such at this time of night. I had the feeling I had woken her.
"I call bullshit!" I yelled into the phone at the dipwad dispatcher and hung up.
Doh! I coulda saved all that Deputy Dawging. So I motioned them over to me and told the car thieves I was going to let them out. You shoulda seen the look of relief and disbelief on their faces. It was like they'd just won the lottery or something. No jail tonight, vatos. Lazy-assed dispatch says so.
"Come back and see us again," I told them on their way out.
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