haven't updated in a while, time for a "werido's come to my house" incident
so, sitting here, feeling like shite, i have a cold. doorbell goes, answer it, friends of flatmates, let them in.
go and sit down, knock knock and doorbell, sounds urgent. get up, there is a young arabic guy at the door
he starts rambling, and looks upset
"sorry to disturb you, i saw people come into your house. i was out today with some girls i don't know very well and bought a car. it broke down and they told me to go and get oil. i went for oil at the service station and now my car is gone"
i was confused and asked if they had stolen his car. he doesn't think they have because one of the girls had mentioned that she had a brother down the road and he thought maybe they had gone there. but he doesn't know where there is. he mentioned the cars in our drive way, and i was confused and asked him if he thought the girls were here, but from what i could get form him, i think he was asking if someone could drive him down the road.
i told him he needed to call the police. he didn't want too. he seemed to be concerned about what the police would do. we told him that the police would help him. terry told him that police in new zealand were here to help thinking maybe it was a cultural thing *shrug*. he said that one of the girls took his phone to do some texting.
he said something about would they be upset because they had drunken some wine, but i told him he needed to call the police, that as far as i could tell, these girls had stolen his car and grabbed the phone.
i had given the phone to terry, who gave it too him but i decided that it was best if i explained it. there seemed to be a bit of a language barrier with the guy.
so i tell the police the shorter version of what he has told me, and i try to get him to answer some questions.
he knew the make and year of the car, but didn't know the licence plater number.
he knew one of the girls names, and said she was a maori, and the other a kiwi, i asked if he meant by kiwi that she was white skinned, but he said both of them were white skinned.
he knew where he picked the girls up from, but not the number.
the girl he knew had not long hair, but longer than her shoulder,
he at 1st was saying that the girl was wearing a skirt, but it changed to pants.
the police lady on the other end was getting concerned that his story was changing all the time so i politely walked off and mentioned that he had said they had been drinking wine and described what he was wearing and looked like etc.
we told him to hang around outside and that the police were coming.
they have just called back to ask if he is still here, we popped out to check and he is on a moblie phone, with two guys with him. he called the police himself. i'm guessing he told them the same thing he told me and they said the same thing "call the cops"
go and sit down, knock knock and doorbell, sounds urgent. get up, there is a young arabic guy at the door
he starts rambling, and looks upset
"sorry to disturb you, i saw people come into your house. i was out today with some girls i don't know very well and bought a car. it broke down and they told me to go and get oil. i went for oil at the service station and now my car is gone"
i was confused and asked if they had stolen his car. he doesn't think they have because one of the girls had mentioned that she had a brother down the road and he thought maybe they had gone there. but he doesn't know where there is. he mentioned the cars in our drive way, and i was confused and asked him if he thought the girls were here, but from what i could get form him, i think he was asking if someone could drive him down the road.
i told him he needed to call the police. he didn't want too. he seemed to be concerned about what the police would do. we told him that the police would help him. terry told him that police in new zealand were here to help thinking maybe it was a cultural thing *shrug*. he said that one of the girls took his phone to do some texting.
he said something about would they be upset because they had drunken some wine, but i told him he needed to call the police, that as far as i could tell, these girls had stolen his car and grabbed the phone.
i had given the phone to terry, who gave it too him but i decided that it was best if i explained it. there seemed to be a bit of a language barrier with the guy.
so i tell the police the shorter version of what he has told me, and i try to get him to answer some questions.
he knew the make and year of the car, but didn't know the licence plater number.
he knew one of the girls names, and said she was a maori, and the other a kiwi, i asked if he meant by kiwi that she was white skinned, but he said both of them were white skinned.
he knew where he picked the girls up from, but not the number.
the girl he knew had not long hair, but longer than her shoulder,
he at 1st was saying that the girl was wearing a skirt, but it changed to pants.
the police lady on the other end was getting concerned that his story was changing all the time so i politely walked off and mentioned that he had said they had been drinking wine and described what he was wearing and looked like etc.
we told him to hang around outside and that the police were coming.
they have just called back to ask if he is still here, we popped out to check and he is on a moblie phone, with two guys with him. he called the police himself. i'm guessing he told them the same thing he told me and they said the same thing "call the cops"