Breaking and Entering for Beer.

Sometimes, during a completely mundane day, you end up doing something incredibly weird.

And you stop, and think, “When I got out of bed this morning, I did not think it would lead me here.”

So it was for me today, when I broke into Nick’s house. Emphasis on the broke as well -I had to literally break the latch off his window to get in.

As I was hoisting myself through his window I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. I mean, what on earth was going on? Midday, I’m supposed to be spending the day studying, and instead I’m breaking into a friend’s house?

Unfortunately all his money goes on clothes and stuff, so there was nothing too great to take off with, given that that was my chance. Except for a bit of scotch, but he offered that freely. And it was only 1pm. I had things to do that afternoon.

So why?

It came in the middle of a mundane day. I was busy studying up at Uni. Decided it was time for a break, and suggested we meet up for coffee. Apparently he had far too much to do. Next thing you know, I get a message askign what I’m doing right now.

I figured I was going to get coffee after all.

But no.

“Can you break into my house and put my groceries away? They delivered them and left them at the door.”

So there you have me, playing around with the window on the side of the house, slowly loosing the latch with the help of a stick, before ripping the thing out, all the while keeping one eye on the road to make sure no one got the wrong idea and called the cops. Every so often I would stop what I was doing and lean ever so innocently against the side of the house. And whistle. All so that Nick’s cheesecake wouldn’t melt, and his mince wouldn’t go off. And, of course, so the whole lot wouldn’t be stolen.

I can’t complain really, it added interest to an otherwise boring day… and he’s promised me a dozen beer.

There are few things I wouldn’t do for ~~friends~~ a dozen beer.

Heineken, Stella, or Pures please.

October 2, 2007 | Filed Under Alcoholic, General

Comments

5 Responses to “Breaking and Entering for Beer.”

Bev on October 2nd, 2007 11:55 pm

Being caught would have made a great little vignette for a Cops episode.

Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys.
What ya gonna do?
What ya gonna do when they come for you?
jayne d'Arcy on October 3rd, 2007 7:00 am

rofl I can just picture you out of some old silent film battering away at the window just as a Keystone cop drifts by and there you stand, leaning against the house trying to appear to belong there.

What a great friend you are!
Shannon on October 3rd, 2007 12:21 pm

Looks like you could have a successful career as a cat burglar ahead of you! You know, if the university education and being a smart arse doesn’t work out…
Romi on October 3rd, 2007 2:07 pm

I LOVE the “whistling” move; that’s like the most popular “nothing is going on here, everything is normal” move, and yet I cannot remember the last time I found myself whistling all innocently when things were just normal…but maybe that’s just me
Ben on October 3rd, 2007 6:59 pm

Bev - that would be embarrassing. Would make for entertaining watching though, as I’m hauled away whilst babbling about my innocence.

Jayne - I’m a damn good friend, you’re quite right I can see the scene now, complete with the requisite screen flicker…

Shan - Well, cat burglers are more about stealth. They’d have those cool lasers which cut circles in the glass. I just yanked the window till the latch broke off and I could get in.

Romi - Definitely. Especially leaning against a house. Down the side. Where noone, not even the tenants, have any real business. Ideally, I’d be chewing on a piece of hay as well. But where to find hay in Wellington?