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Originally Posted by vash
Phew. At least it didn’t smell like lighter fluid and it wasn’t scattered across the front lawn.
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Actually had the front lawn happen in the middle of winter. The no-longer Mrs. Beard was mad after I went skiing/snowboarding with my next door neighbor and we stopped for dinner on the way back, after going to a ski sale.
This was before I had a cell-phone (mid 1990s, when they were still a $1/min). My next door neighbor called HIS wife and then had his wife call my wife. We assured me, everything was OK.
What I didn't know, he purposely did all of this to slow us down so he didn't have to go to some event with his wife.
Showed up and everything was on the front lawn.
And I guess I had this happen with the First Mrs. Beard, when she ran off with the guy "she was in love with". I thought the apartment was robbed, until I figured out everything missing was hers.