Property Division

Aaron and I went the Dallas temple today. Oh how I love to see the temple! It was wonderful to be there together. It is one of my favorite places to be. I am so happy it is only 30 minutes away.

After the temple, our next stop the Property Division of the Dallas Police Department. Quite the contrast.

 Let me back up a little bit in order to explain. Two weeks ago we woke up one morning to realize that somebody had gone through our cars and garage during the night. We believe we inadvertently left the garage door open all night and we sometimes forget to lock our cars. (I know, I know, we were asking for it.) That was actually the hardest part about calling 911 was explaining why there was no forced entry and how we are such idiots. Anyway, the only thing the perpetrator (I love crime dramas that use words like perpetrator. Just read Total TV cop on the side bar.) took was Este's wallet, which had no cash, a debit card that has access to to a minimum amount of money and his school ID. We closed his bank account immediately. But not soon enough the hungry guy bought some gas and some breakfast at McDonald's.

Last week I received a phone call from a detective in the financial crimes division of the Dallas PD. They had picked up a suspect on a traffic violation only to find he had several different ID's on him. One happened to be was Este's. We had to send in an affidavit stating that Este had not given permission for anyone to use his card or ID then we could pick up his cards in the property division.  Sounds easy enough.

The Property Division is a gigantic warehouse on the shady part of town.  We were dressed in our sunday best for the temple so we stuck out like sore thumbs. Luckily, we felt safe since we were visiting the Police Department. After wating for some time Este's wallet was returned to us with everything still in it. Minus the debit card.

Too bad the man didn't take Este's For Strength of Youth card. If he had read it and taken it to heart, then maybe he would not be sitting in jail right now.  He also could have used Este's Stake Dance Card to get into a stake dance or two. It even has the dress code listed so he would know what to wear.  Instead he decided to break the law and go for the breakfast sandwich.

The moral of this story is kind of a no brainer. Lock your doors. Close the garage. Read the pamphlet. Go to the Temple.