Bastards Took Our Omelettes

So for some reason, I woke up this morning thinking about our first few months after we moved to Butte.  Things have calmed down significantly (how could they not?) since then but every once in a while we reflect on those first few months and just how whacky they were...

for starters:

The 2nd weekend in Butte, the wifer and I woke up to a loud crashing sound at about 2:00 a.m.  I went out to investigate what the source of the mayhem was and saw that there was a big truck parked where Erin's car was parked....hmmmmmm.  My first thought was that her car had been stolen.  As I got closer, I realized the truck lights were on, door was open and Erin's car was in the garage!

They did not steal her car but had hit it so hard that it sent her car flying all the way through our garage door!

We called the Po Po and they arrived and we tried to explain what we could piece together.  What was a mind blower to me was that they hit her car so hard that it went flying 30 ft forward.  Fortunately it was parked right in front of one of the garage doors or else it would have done some structural damage to the garage.  As it was, her car ended up with significant damage (front and back) as it was hit from behind and then kareening through the garage door...of course we had to cough up deductibles out of our pockets for both the car AND the garage (homeowners) to fix everything since the driver was long gone by the time we got out there to investigate.  It turns out the car was stolen (of course) and the Po Po was about as motivated as a slug on Valium to try and investigate or apprehend anyone...their fine investigative work was highlighted by 2 Po Po's looking around the car and each claiming 'I don't see any keys'...when the owner showed up to collect his car, he looked down on the front seat and said 'at least they left me my keys'

Apparently the owner went to Perkins at 2 in the a.m. to pick up a couple of omelettes for he and his wife.  Upon leaving the restaurant with said omelettes he got assaulted and the punks stole his car.  It turns out the guy lives about 2 blocks away from us - you could see his face starting to swell up from the punch(es) he took...but the line of the night was when he said "The little bastards even took our omelettes!"  Insult had been added to injury for him, but for us. those punks had not yet started....

Bear in mind that we had all of our belongings in the garage because we had just moved in and were painting the inside of the house...so I had to dig through the garage and fortunately found some plywood to at least board up the big void where the garage door used to be.

I won't digress too much into the past but we can at least laugh (ok, not quite laugh yet, but at least giggle or smirk) about that whacky time...needless to say we were a little rattled at the time and wondered what exactly had we gotten ourselves into?  and was this a sign of things to come?