According to the “Clarion-Ledger” newspaper out of Jackson, Mississippi, Mr. Steve Fluegge, of Pensacola, Florida, called police when he discovered his house had been burglarized. He reported that his wallet, watch and video game system had been taken. Police responded and left an investigator on premises. In the meantime, his 100-pound plasma screen TV was placed in the backyard to dust for fingerprint. After a few hours, the burglar, who obviously could not carry the TV on the first trip, returned while the police investigator was still inside, and promptly walked off with Mr. Fluegge’s TV. Although the K-9 unit was brought in, at the time of this report, Mr. Fluegge’s TV, wallet, video game system and watch were still missing. To the police’s credit, they have offered to pay Mr. Fluegge for his stolen TV. I’m sure Mr. Fluegge now feels very happy and safe.
I was thinking about this while I was driving through Bruce, Mississippi, a community nearby where the speed limit was a posted 25 miles per hour. The person in front of me was doing 15 miles per hour, and no one who passed me was probably traveling any faster. Under normal circumstances with no traffic and no law enforcement in sight, honestly, I would probably have been doing 40 miles per hour. But the thought occurred to me that this place must have some kind of powerful law enforcement reputation that even without their physical presence, these people obey.
Obviously, the Pensacola PD doesn’t carry that type rep among its constituency. I don’t know who the Police Chief of Bruce, Mississippi is, but I’m sure he would be glad to help in any way he can, not to find the criminal with the plasma screen TV, but rather in how to strike fear into the hearts of those of us who might be tempted to break the law.
I can understand Mr. Fluegge being upset upon learning of his TV being stolen. I can only imagine it went along the lines of: “Where’s my TV?”
“Ah, Mr. Fluegge, we placed your TV outside on the back lawn to dust it for fingerprints without getting powder all over this nice rug. Did you get this locally?”
“What do you mean? I came in through the back door. My TV’s not out there.”
“Well, I’m sure you’re mistaken, Mr. Fluegge. You probably just missed seeing it. They may have set it to the side. Maybe somebody moved it over here to that picnic table. Nice table. No, don’t seem to be over here. Mr. Fluegge. You know, I don’t think it’s here. Maybe you should call the police.”
Jackson, Mississippi “Clarion-Ledger” Newspaper