Today I had to meet Nick, who was delivering a BMW to a house in Kingcross Estates near King City. It is a very exclusive upper class area. I was coming up from Scarborough in the Tran-sport which does not appear like a vehicle that would be in this location. The owner would not be at home but we were to leave the car in front of the garage, leave the key in the car and lock the door.
I arrived at the house ahead of Nick and drove in the driveway which is back in off the street, it is a long driveway and the house is partially visible from the neighbour. I sat in the driveway for a short time but was uncomfortable about how things looked so I moved back out onto the street to wait for Nick to arrive, a couple of cars drove past while I was waiting. About 10 or 15 minutes later Nick arrived and went up the driveway. After a minute or so I decided to drive back in to see why he was taking so long. When I got to the house, he was still trying to lock the car but those rediculous BMS's won't allow you to lock the door without the key. We tried various ways to no avail. I was now thinking that with Nick's luck and cops we might have a problem if the neighbourhood watch thing kicks in, and since Nick is a favourite target of York Pork, they would undoubtedly use their rubber hoses on Nick and on me for associating with him. After all, even reasonable people would find our story hard to believe.
We considered opening the back door then lock the front door and throw the key on the front seat then close the door. BUT what do we do if that sets the alarm off because now we can' t open the door to stop it. I said to Nick if we stay here much longer we could be in trouble.
We finally decided that we would lock the door then put the key under a pumpkin which was near the front door of the house then we would get John to call the owner and tell him where the key was hidden so we did.
Fortunately I had parked the Transport facing outward so we didn't have to waste time turning around to leave. After putting the key under the pumpkin we drove down the driveway and Nick phoned John who was not there so he told T.J. to tell John to call the owner and tell him where the key was. When we reached the end of the driveway we turned left and drove up the street the same way that we had come in and headed back home.
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I'm sitting here waiting, reading each word waiting for other shoe to drop.... and it never drops.
Nick and his associate partner in crime are really trying to bring attention to themselves. When I heard they were in the "transpimp" as Nick calls it, I almost died. I was certain we'd be bailing them both out. They probably let us take dad, but they'd keep Nick for sure.....
Laurence says that you can lock it from any of the passenger doors. But we don't have an alarm (or at least acitivated, we haven't read the manual yet) so don't take our advice.
maybe they would of got us with trespassing for being there an obstruct for not beliveing us and assault on a police officer for making his fist get bruised on my cheek bone
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