The World's Dumbest Criminal strikes my house...

With it being an absolutely GORGEOUS weekend in the 4-States, I finally decided to break out the lawnmower and hack away at the patch of weeds and fallen twigs that I call a lawn.

I grab the lawnmower, a pretty old piece of crap with a wonky wheel that my roommate left behind. It does the job, let's just see if I can get it started after a winter hiding under my deck.

I yank the cord... nothing. Yank it again. Nothing. Wait.... gas. Duh. Unscrewing the gas tank, I see it's bone dry. OK. I stick my head back under the deck to grab the gas can... but it's not there. Hmm. I look up on my deck, and it's not there either. I'm scratching my head. My gas can is missing. Where did it go? Did someone steal it? There is VERY easy access to my backyard.

After searching my ridiculously small yard for a few more minutes, I give up hope, and accept that someone stole the gas can. But why the gas can? The lawn mower was right next to it... the BBQ right on the deck... but they stole the GAS CAN. A $2.50 gas can, with maybe 50 cents worth left in it.



Ladies and gentlemen... this is how desperate we are with gas prices these days. Now I'm going to go take out a small loan so I can mow my lawn.