The other night I went to a hit and run collision where a truck was rear ended at a red light. After the crash, the victim asked the bad guy for his information. The bad guy told him he didn’t have insurance, so the victim said he was going to call the cops.
The bad guy replied by saying, “I’ll go to jail.”
The bad guy went back to his car and returned with something in his hand. He walked over to the victim’s driver door and put something on the seat. He then went back to his car and took off.
The victim looked and saw a small red gift box with a yellow bow on top on his driver seat.
Was this some type of remorseful gift for the hit and run? Was there money or even jewelry to help the victim feel better about being left in the middle of the street with a damaged bumper and an injured wife?
What could it be? Was there something mysterious in the box? The feeling of anticipation was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“What was in the box?” I asked.
“Nothing,” replied the victim. “It was empty.”
“Empty?” I replied as I heard the loser tune from The Price is Right playing in the background. WTF
The victim’s daughter held the box up in her palm and opened it up for me. I looked inside and saw that it was as empty as when Geraldo Rivera opened Al Capone’s vault (Google it if you didn’t get it).
After I left the call I thought of something funny. It’s too bad I couldn’t leave the the gift box at the suspect’s door with a note inside that said, “Badge415 found you.”
Maybe this year Santa can leave a lump of coal for Christmas in this guy’s stocking.