A few years ago, my cousin Chante underwent a shoulder surgery. Because of the immense pain, she was prescribed Loretab for a period of about two weeks. It was placed in the cupboard, and nothing particularly special ensued it. That was until my aunt walked into the kitchen and saw a man rifling through the cupboard.
Apparently, for some reason or another, he was aware that there was prescription medication located in that cupboard. As soon as he realized that my aunt was there, he lit off through the door. Without even thinking, my aunt grabbed the phone with conviction and headed out in pursuit. She then continued to chase him with a ferocity that I had never heard of in my aunt prior, and at the same time managed to type 9-1-1 into the keypad.
"Hello," answered the voice on the other side (you know the one which seems to be completely involved with every word you're saying). "A man broke into my house, and now I'm chasing him!" responded my aunt triumphantly. " Please stop running ma'am," the tranquil voice replied.
Finally, after much persuasion, the dispatcher managed to get my aunt to stop. As she came to a halt, she saw the intruder turn the corner and disappear into the tangle of streets. That was the last she saw of him. Although the police did show up, they were painfully late. And as my aunt often laments, "I could have could him, if the police would have let me!"
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You have quite the Aunt Mr. Tall! lol jk. They never caught the man did they? That is really scary though I would totally freak out if a strange man was in my house! Seriously
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