Herbs' car. At the end of it's life it only drove in reverse. |
It was the following week after we ruined poor Phil’s sweet 16. Joe Herbert (Herbs for short) was
driving his Lincoln Town Car and Mike, Greg and I were passengers. It was decided that this weekend we were
going to leave Kristen be. As we cruised
down Langdale Street Mike glanced out the window and noticed something
peculiar.
“Guys I got an idea” Mike says
reluctantly.
“What?” Greg says.
“Nah, it’s stupid.” Mike says.
“What is it?” I ask.
“We just drove past a Lakeville
Pharmacy shopping cart. Let’s leave it
on Kristen’s stoop.” Mike says.
“We should really stop bothering
her for a while.” Greg retorts.
“But that would be hilarious!”
Herbs states.
“Let’s do it. We just have to make
sure we don’t get caught.” Greg postulates.
We all laugh at the idea thinking
how silly it would be, to leave the store shopping cart that both Mike and
Kristen work at, right on her stoop.
The local drug store that hired many of the teenage workforce in the area with offers of low wages and discounts on toilet paper. |
Herbs turns the car around pulls up
next to the fallen shopping cart and pops the trunk. Mike, Greg, and I get out of the car, pick
the cart up and try to fit it in the trunk.
Unfortunately the cart was too large to fit in the trunk.
“Joe this isn’t going to fit in
your trunk” says Mike.
“Do you have some bungees or
something?” I ask.
“No, there’s some rope in the trunk
tie it down and I’ll drive slow.” Replies Herbs.
Greg adds “yeah, Kristin’s house
isn’t too far away. We should be okay
but if anyone stops us we’ll say ‘we found it in the street and we’re bringing
it home to return to the store when it reopens.’”
So Greg and Mike tie the cart to
the trunk door and we all get back in the car and drive to Kristen’s
block. We park on the avenue just around
the corner from her house and devise a plan similar to the ring and run
situation. The plan was to bring the
cart to the porch, ring the bell, bang on the doors and windows and leave super
quick.
A satellite view demonstrating the exact plan of attack. |
We get out of the car, remove the
cart from the trunk and proceed to push it down the block on the opposite side of
the street from where her house is located.
What was so odd about the situation
was we all pushed the shopping cart together. So Mike’s on the outside left,
Greg is next to him, then me, followed by Herbs on the outside right. We’re all
quietly giggling at this brilliant plan.
We get right in front of Kristen’s house, and are about to cross the
street. There is no porch or living room
light on. The only visible light on was
emanating out of the bedroom upstairs. So it was clear to us someone was
home. As we start to make the final
approach to the house we hear a dog bark and all of us, without saying a word
instinctively run back to the car. Back
at the car we’re all laughing at how silly it was that we ran away all because
of a dog barking and make the decision that no matter what happens we’re placing
the cart on that stoop.
A picture of Kristen and her guard dog at the Islanders game. |
We quietly walk back to where we
left the cart in the street. We get into
our positions again and get the cart up to the front walkway of the house
leading to the door. As we get closer to the house the front door sensor light
turns and we all run for our lives back to Herbs’ car. Again, we are all laughing at ourselves about
how ridiculous we’re being over the sensor light.
We finally resolve ourselves that
this time we’re doing it, no matter what! Herbs unlocks the doors to his car so
we can make a quick getaway. We begin
our approach again but this time the bedroom light is off. The only light radiating from the window is
the light from the television. None of
us were concerned though. We were too
focused on getting the cart onto Kristen’s stoop. We get to the cart and grab
it, begin to move it, the sensor light turns on, we ignore it. Then, we hear the sound of a window opening.
“YOU GUYS GOT NAILED!” Kristen’s
mom yells out.
We all run right to Herbs car, jump
in. He turns on the engine and floors it.
We go straight to Anthony’s house and tell him if anyone asks we were at
his house the entire time. That was the
last time we ever stalked Kristen.
Written by
Joseph Ammendolea
Owner/President
“I Like To Play With Toys” Productions®
ILikeToPlayWithToysProductions@Yahoo.com
Joseph Ammendolea
Owner/President
“I Like To Play With Toys” Productions®
ILikeToPlayWithToysProductions@Yahoo.com