How I Became a Carnapper!

You must first read this one below before I will tell you how I became a carnapper.


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Haha.. I remembered how the same thing happened to me when I was taking up my doctoral studies. That was ten years ago.

I was in school and it was mid-morning snack time. I did not have my breakfast except for a cup of coffee and so I wanted to go to the nearest restaurant to have a full breakfast. My car was used by a classmate of mine and so I had to borrow a friend’s motorcycle.

In no time at all I was at the restaurant’s premises, parked my borrowed motorcycle in the parking area near a big car, ordered a full breakfast and gobbled up everything in there. Not a bone was left for the restaurant owner’s pet dog or cat.

I was full to the brim. Confident and satisfied with my mid-morning breakfast I hurriedly went out to go back to class as the break between classes in the graduate school was only thirty minutes. I was already on top of my borrowed motorcycle but I was wondering why the ignition key would not get in. I had been trying and trying for a few minutes until the owner of the motorcycle with one big husky companion pulled over and said: “now, we got you; you had been carnapping motorcycles here the past few days; you should go with us to the police station..” I said, “No, this is my motorcycle.. er, I borrowed this one!” Before I could say anything more, his big husky companion frisked me away to a waiting police van.

What a bad coincidence! The motorcycle which I mistook for my borrowed one was placed there as some kind of a bait to catch the serial motorcycle-nappers who had been victimizing a few motorcycle owners.

At the police station I was being prepared for interrogation. I had begged that I should speak only to the Chief of Police, if not, then the Chief Investigating Officer. They acceded to my request and no less than the Chief of Police confronted me.

COP (Chief of Police): Please state your full name and other personal circumstances.

(Someone had positioned himself in front of an old typewriter and was trying to jot down the proceedings of the interrogation).

ME: I am (my complete name). I am a student of Doctor of Philosophy, major in rural development, from the University of Southern Mindanao.

COP: Stop there. How many motorcycles have you taken already from this town?

ME: Sir, none, sir.

COP: You are lying. You were caught in the act of taking another one. That motorcycle was our bait and it will never run because there was no fuel in it.

ME: Sir, I had mistaken it for the motorcycle I borrowed from a friend. Here is my evidence. I have this key and this is no master key, otherwise, it would have turned your bait motorcycle’s ignition key on.

COP: Where was that motorcycle you borrowed or carnapped? If you cannot pinpoint that motorcycle and bring us to the owner from whom you alleged to have borrowed it, we will lock you up in jail.

ME: Sir, yes, sir. The motorcycle I borrowed was parked a few meters away from where you had parked your bait motorcycle. Incidentally, they were of the same type, make and color; that was why I had mistaken your bait motorcycle for my borrowed motorcycle.

COP: Shall we go then, find your borrowed motorcycle and bring us to the owner?

ME: Sir, yes, sir.

We went back to the parking area, found my borrowed motorcycle, inserted the ignition key and roar it went, proving me and my statements correct.

When I invited the police officers to go with me to the owner they simply said: “please go and thank you for your cooperation”.

(Sigh). Oh how things can go funny, freak, and nearly cataclysmic. That was almost catastrophic for me.

I had never attended our last class session that day.


About Maxim Sense

I hope to write for a cause someday but for now all I wanted really is to write for a cost and I haven't started yet, or better still, nobody wants to pay me :-)
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4 Responses to How I Became a Carnapper!

  1. Terry says:

    that had to be scary, but you stood strong. You knew you were right. I am glad you showed them the truth. I have never seen the inside of a jail and don’t plan to ever. Yes, I did laugh Maxim. I couldn’t help myself


    • Maxim Sense says:

      Haha.. and especially if you consider the condition of the jail in that town, OMG it was down right hell by itself. You will never falter if you are speaking the truth. That’s why I was just very consistent all the way.

      Thanks for the laugh my friend 🙂


  2. Terry says:

    Reblogged this on terry1954 and commented:
    this is just another incident of how mix-ups can be devastating! Thanks Maxim


    • Maxim Sense says:

      Huh, how can you do this to me! Shame me more to the world? Haha.. just kidding. Thanks for reblogging. That was very kind of you. I hope nobody else will experience the same ordeal- tag: #shameful, #freakin funny, #ignorance, #hilariously catastrophic, #eating too much and losing your mind 🙂


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