Early last week, the assistant manager of our apartment complex knocked on our door at 8ish am to let us know our scooter was on top of the transformer box across the parking lot. Hmm. She wanted to know first if we had done it. (Umm, no.) And then she asked us to move it, since it wasn't good for the asthetics of the complex. So we did, but in the process we learned that something is now wrong with the brakes and it will not start at all. So we were advised to file a police report, which we did, but I don't think anything will come of it. How in the world would we ever find out who actually did it? Our neighbors had been roudy and drinking the night before, so we think they may have, but there's no way to prove it. (And I'm sure they wouldn't just admit to it.) But they are on the list of suspects... But maybe our scooter just got bored of staying in its same covered parking spot every night. Who really knows? I do know this: I'm very sick of living in an apartment complex with a bunch of single college students...
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