The axe and the briefs

Bag! Bag! Bag!

Exactly, that was the sound I heard a couple of hours ago outside our house.

screaming.

So We hurriedly checked out the noise.

And this was what we saw.

A neighbor. Wearing briefs. Just briefs. With a big axe on his hand. Busily trying to break down another neighbor's house.

Geeze.

I just love living here.

So I hurriedly dialled the police EMERGENCY number.

It rang.

and rang.

and rang.

and rang.

tap.tap.tap.

I waited.

and waited.

and waited.

fuck.

I put down the phone and dialled Erbe's father's number. An retired policeman with a rank of a major.

5 minutes later -- the police arrived.

Nobody was arrested though. tsk. tsk. tsk. Too bad. Apparently, the guy in his briefs busily cracking open the door of the neighbor with his axe is a relative of the victims. So, it's unthinkable that they should have him arrested! No, no that is just not done. That is NOT at all proper. HUH?!

I figured somebody has to be slashed open first before anybody would get arrested in this place.

*sigh