There I was, lying on this beautiful beach, listening to the waves and seagulls, and soaking up the sun while sipping an ice cold Pina Colada served in a coconut, when all of a sudden -
BEEPBEEPBEEP! BEEPBEEPBEEP! BEEPBEEPBEEP!
"mfngmfnhello?
"Hey Kristian. It's Scott. Someone is trying to steal boards again. Grab Jarle and come down here."
"mgnfmgmmmkay."
So, at 11:30pm while still half asleep, I stumbled around my room grabbing whatever shirt, shorts, and shoes was closest to me (I went sans socks because I figured, in my half-sleepwalking state, it would have taken ten minutes to put them on). I woke up Jarle at his house and hopped on one of his bikes (an adult bike this time) and we headed down to the base. Luckily this time the moon was out so it was bright enough to see a ways ahead. Unfortunately, we missed the thieves again but we've started to brainstorm some other ways to find out who keeps trying to take the boards. I have a good feeling about next time, whenever that may be.
"The number one rule of thieves is that nothing is too small to steal." - Jimmy Breslin
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