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At some point in our lives, we’ve all heard the classic line: “That’s not mine. I was holding it for a friend.” Typically, this statement comes from a person caught with drugs in a place that is potentially ambiguous. A place like a vehicle, or a sock drawer. Generally speaking, when a person says “that’s not mine, I was holding it for a friend” it isn’t right after they have been searched for contraband in a jail and where three syringes containing drugs were found. And even then, it isn’t typically when those syringes were found inside their rectum.
Wesley Scott was charged with bringing contraband into a prison after a cavity search revealed he had three syringes concealed in his rectum. And he did indeed deny that the syringes were his, but failed to provide any reasonable explanation for how they ended up there in the first place. I am not holding my breath that this defence will succeed at trial.
A woman in New Mexico is feeling vexed after receiving several surprise and, frankly, unwanted deliveries at her residence. She came home one day to find a package with bread and bologna hanging from her doorknob. Okay, that’s no big deal. Maybe it was the wrong house? A few days later, there was another package. This time with more bread and more bologna than before. Still, nothing too unsettling about meat and bread.
The third delivery contained bread, bologna, and the contents were soaked in urine. When she consulted with her neighbour, the woman discovered that her neighbour was receiving similar packages. She contacted police, who are investigating, but no arrests have been made. She has also tried leaving polite notes for the man to stop but apparently the packages keep arriving.
Criminal harassment is a serious offence, but in circumstances like this where the harassment appears to be unrelated to the individual, and for no real purpose it is hard for police to investigate and identify the offender. But I suspect this woman will not be opening any suspicious packages again for a long time.
At the risk of inspiring similar offences in British Columbia, I wish to tell everyone about the most hilariously teenage series of serial crimes taking place in Washington State. It fills me with joy, as it reminds me of my misspent youth.
As many of you know, there are often little signs on the side of the highway known as “mile markers.” These mark off each mile, to indicate the distance a person has travelled which can allow them to know when an exit is approaching or keep track of their progress on a long journey. So there is mile marker 66, mile marker 67, and mile marker 68.9.
Yes, you read that right. Because in Washington State people who clearly have too much time on their hands, their minds in the gutter, and a very teenage sense of humour have been stealing mile marker 69. The crime has become so prolific that the state has been forced to skip mile marker 69 and simply install mile marker 68.9.