Breakin' The Law

Yesterday, I heard a fantastic story from icanspell. The short version of it goes something like this:

One day during her college years, icanspell glanced outside her apartment window and saw a cop car. She didn't think anything of it until she glanced out again and saw many cop cars.

She and her roommate watched as the cops pounded on their neighbor's door. Before long, they had confronted the neighbor and handcuffed him. That was when the genius made his lunge for freedom... he ran for it. The police easily caught him again, because the poor fool was still handcuffed when he fled.

Later, icanspell learned that the neighbor had been arrested because of alleged gang activity in Wichita. This Mensa hopeful barely bothered to cross state lines in his run from justice. He thought he could outrun police with his arms handcuffed behind him. As if that isn't enough, just try to say the phrase "Kansas Gangsta" with a straight face. Go ahead... I dare you.

Anyway, this story came up because of some similar excitement that happened in my apartment complex yesterday. My wife was home during the day and heard sirens. A lot of sirens. She stepped outside and walked a couple of buildings down from us. The police had a suspect down on the ground, and were handcuffing him. He had some garbage bags and a brown suitcase with him.

A neighbor told her that the suspect was confronted by the police, and tried to run. He thought he could outrun them while carrying luggage. Bright boy.

He was probably another one of those notorious Kansas Gangstas.