Three of us traveling to work as consultants Baltimore City Jail. Staying at the Lord baltimore.
We park on the street right in front of the hotel and the doorman and God and everybody else. The next morning, the car is gone. Mint green chevy mail with pj striping. The Hertz manager’s favorite car.
We’re in class with abound how Lt’s from the jail. They get on the phone can call cops they know. No one finds the car.
On the weekend the other two headed out I stay around. Sun day morning coffee shop. I sit next to the window. Look down the place and on the side street there is the car. An additional 147 miles. No scratches. happy hertz manager. Someone needed a car for the week.
Every few months the department of public works would go around picking up a bunch of bicycles that had been abandoned in these public places and hadn't been moved for months. They were stolen from their owners by knuckleheads who only used them for one ride -- usually to the train station or bus stop. It was almost impossible to track the owners down because the police were rarely notified in the first place, and the bikes typically weren't expensive enough for the owners to give a sh!t after they had been stolen.