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Best: Around 1978 I owned a Formula 400 Firebird, very fast pickup car. One night I was driving on an expressway in Connecticut and a guy in another fast car decided he wanted to race me, so we started to race. I happened to notice a flash in the woods to the side of the expressway. Connecticut State Police cars at the time had a very reflective plates on the roof. Thinking quick, I slowed down and let the other guy get past me. The cop went after the other guy and awarded him his prize for winning. I took the next exit and went home.
Worst: I live a few miles outside a small town, in a wooded area. One Sunday my wife and I came home to find somebody had broken in and stolen the stereo. We called the police and they looked around, took some notes and didn't do much else. I didn't do anything about locks since we had lived there about 15 years and hadn't had any problems before. A few weeks later, our house was broken into again, same time on a Sunday morning and the stereo stolen again. Called the police, same routine. I told them I had an idea who did it but no proof. I never heard any more from the police. I put deadbollt locks on the doors. A few weeks later, the burglars come back again on a Sunday but didn't get in because of the deadbolts, but did beat up the door pretty good. So now I have deadbolts with metal plates over the latches so burglars can't chop out the latch and an alarm system.
The guy I suspected did this was somebody I knew who had no money or job. He managed to get himself arrested a few months later for having burglary tools. His wife had the nerve to ask us for money to bail him out. We said no, we weren't going to put money or property up to bail this guy out. He decided he didn't like jail and tried to hang himself. He ended up in a coma for three months before dying.
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