Theft of services, Conway Yellow Cab.
A cab driver told police he picked up a young male at Kroger on Oak Street and drove him to a residence at Niagra Falls in Conway.
According to the report, the subject told the driver he needed to get money from his mother inside the residence.
The driver told police the subject went around the back of a house and never returned.
No one answered the door when the driver knocked at the residence, and when police arrived and knocked on the door, another male answered.
The driver told police the man who answered the door was not the suspect.
The man told police there was no one else at the residence.
The driver advised the cab ride was $10 and that the subject smelled bad.
Comments (9)
Add commentI'm Confused
When the cops showed did another man answer the door or did the suspect answer the door.
So what I am asking is the man that answered the door was he or was he not the suspect.
RIF
"The driver told police the man who answered the door was the suspect."
was *not* the suspect. Thank
was *not* the suspect.
Thank goodness for you, Buzz.
was...
was not...
It's all the same
You Know
Postmodernism
Because, really, in today's world, are we not the suspect? Who is, really, not the suspect?
That's right, it's us man, we're the suspect -- and we smell bad.
Heavy.
Where you going little
Where you going little man?
Need a ride in my yellow van?
Have you not a place to be?
Have you not someone to see?
Into the van with thee then!
We'll get you there around the bend!
("Niagra Falls" did you say?
Slowly I turned, a joke, okay?)
Here we are transportation friend!
The place which marks your journey's end!
(I must admit your putrid musk
makes me wish you'd considered taking a bus!)
Got to see Mom to get a buck?
No prob I'll stay here in the truck!
(And time rolls on with endless spire,
you'd think the kid had fallen in to a fire!)
Check the time once, twice and again!
Where is that kid? My fare depends!
(Suspicion comes a-creeping now,
that foul smell more like a feeling somehow.)
Out of the seat and cross the street,
to the door but no response to the beat.
Oh rue this day! Oh rue my time!
Time to get 911 on the line.
(That thin blue line, perhaps, somehow,
will rid this foulness from my brow.)
And here they knock, just once you see,
for the door is answered 1, 2, 3!
But hey who's this? That's not my guy!
That foul smell becoming a metaphor's cry!
Ah, the jig is up, the little man!
He rode for free, that was his plan!
From Niagra Falls I slowly turn,
Step by step, a lesson learned
ROFL Igor
just frickin ROFL.
Could it have been
the "esque" troll and he's still in hiding? Maybe that is why we have not heard from him! =)
GET A ROOM ALREADY
GEE WHIZ
I know you have s a serious bromance with reaganesque but for BeJebus sake let sleeping yellow dog repubiccans lie.