Steve The Burglar



The other day when I was riding my bike to work I had an interesting experience. I was almost to the Provo Town Center Mall and some lady was screaming, yelling for help, and saying stop. I thought that there was a serious problem so I stopped and asked how I could help. The lady was crying and I had to calm her down a bit to make it understandable so that I knew what she was trying to say.

This lady started to explain her story and I was disturbed to hear what she had to say. This lady and her son were locked out of her house. They needed to get in to get some stuff so that they could get to the court so that she would not be accused of raping her son. The lady was standing there with a nozzle off of a garden hose and with it she had tried to brake the window to get in the house. She had failed in her efforts and they wanted me to brake the window so that they could get in the house.

I was really hesitant in braking a window for them. I thought for sure that they were trying to frame me and wanted some stranger to brake into the house and get their fingerprints on the premises and on the potential evidence. I went so far to imagine that they had also set up a surveillance camera to record me braking into the house. The reason I thought this was I figured that any reasonably intelligent person with any sort of brain would find an easy way to brake a window. Windows are probably one of children's worst enemies. Any child should be able to think of an easy way to brake a window. They cost more than your 10 dollars allowance permit to replace and they are so easy to brake with any baseball, rock, or even the occasional stray golf ball. For this reason I figured that they were trying to frame me.

Because of my concern of being framed, I told them how to brake a window. I told the 8 year old boy to grab a small brick and throw it through the window. The boy threw the brick through the window and broke it on the first try. Now the problem is that these people were going to try to go over the broken glass, so I just reached in and opened the window and slid it open before they hurt themselves. And now my fingerprints were on the window and I was nervous for a while thinking that I would be having a court appearance of my own in the near future.

To this day, 3 weeks later, the window is still broken. I still wonder if I was a accomplice in this incident when braking into someone else's house. I also wonder if my fingerprints are now on police files.