Bear with me, folks, I’m also finishing up a grant proposal for my New York accent doc this morning. So if the blotter suddenly veers into, “I feel my film fits with your corporation’s mission” territory, you’ll know why. So let’s get started before I miss the deadline and have to steal wallets from Planet Fitness to fund the rest of my movie.
On Front St. last Tuesday, near that building I call Hyman Roth’s House, a 27-year-old man was surprised by a thug who forced him to his knees, brandished a gun and said, “Give me all your money and be quiet.” The thug got away with $50.
The following day, also on Front St., a 47-year-old man from Florida must have thanked his lucky stars that he found parking in DUMBO; but when he went to find his 2009 Hyundai Accent later, it was gone.
A fight broke out at Freedom Academy on Nassau St. Wednesday morning; a 15-year-old girl was arrested after she struck an officer who was trying to break up the melee.
Here’s a report that may appeal to your darker side, particularly if you’ve ever gotten a parking ticket: on Jay and Tillary Monday morning, a meter maid, sleeping in her car between shifts, was approached by a father and son. The father asked her if he could park behind her without getting a ticket; sometime during the exchange, the son reached in her car through the open window on the other side and took her purse. The ticketrice noticed her bag was gone once the pair left, but didn’t really think much of it until she went to look for the bag later on. The dynamic duo got away with $19.
A 69-year-old woman having lunch at Teresa’s Restaurant Monday afternoon was robbed of the contents of her purse, including $10.
A wallet belonging to a 20-year-old woman was snatched while she rode the B38 bus. She didn’t notice it was gone until she began receiving text messages from her bank that her account was overdrawn; the nimble-fingered thief charged $532.99 to her debit account.
Finally, a 54-year-old German tourist discovered first-hand how sweet it is on Court and Montague Saturday afternoon, when he was ambushed by thugs who showed him a knife and got away with his $200 camera. According to the police report, the opfer (that’s German for “victim,” or so Google tells me) looked at head shots for hours without any luck. And that’s this week’s löscher (the closest I could get to “blotter,” I think it means “extinguisher.”)