“Chicken Wings To Go”
A woman posted bail for her boyfriend for three misdemeanor cases, all with small bonds. The defendant kept his court appearances and did everything he was supposed to do. Everything was fine until his girlfriend called one day.
“He cheated on me,” she said. “I want him re-arrested.”
“We don’t re-arrest clients for cheating,” I told her.
“But he’s moved out of town. He’s living with his new girlfriend, and I no longer want to be responsible for his bail.”
Because his bond was only $700, I explained to her that it would be less expensive to pay the $700 if he didn’t show up for court than to pay the expense of having him re-arrested.
“I don’t care. It’s worth more than seven hundred dollars to me to have him arrested.”
Obviously she wanted revenge.
A few weeks later, the defendant failed to show up for his next court appointment. The girlfriend called with the address where he lived with his new girlfriend, 280 miles away. She also gave us the name of the restaurant where his new girlfriend worked.
After a long debate, my partner and I decided to take a road trip to find the defendant and bring him back to answer to his charges. When we arrived in the city where he lived, we were hungry, so we stopped by the restaurant where his girlfriend worked. We figured there was a chance we’d find him there. We asked, but we were told she wasn’t at work that day.
When we finished eating, my partner asked for another order of chicken wings to go. He’d just eaten a huge meal, so I asked him why he wanted the chicken wings.
“You’ll see,” he said.
We went on to the house where the defendant was staying and could see him and his new girlfriend through the curtains watching television. Carrying the order of chicken wings, my partner walked up and knocked on the door. They didn’t open the door. The woman just called out, “Who is it?”
“Joe’s food delivery. I have your order.”
“We didn’t order anything,” she said through the closed door.
“Are you sure? It says this address, for…” My partner said her name. “I don’t know if someone played a prank, but the food’s paid for, so you might as well take it.”
The door opened, and we could see our man sitting on the floor in front of the television. He looked our way, thinking he was about to get a free meal. We asked him to get up, handcuffed him and drove 280 miles back home.
After we returned him to the jail, we called his former girlfriend to let her know. She was ecstatic but also upset that we didn’t call her from the car so she could yell at him. We charged her $600 for mileage, for our time and for the chicken wings. She was happy to pay it. We had a good story, a good meal and a fun road trip.
Don’t mess with the wrong girl!
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