Number two (not one of Dr. Evil's henchmen, the other kind) was a theme in police logs this week, appearing in two places it doesn't belong. We also took note of a man who allegedly ran over his foot with his own car.
Yeah...this is just nasty.
A Townsend teen and his two cousins thought it would be hilarious to defecate on the floor, instead of in the toilet, at Ted's Montana Grill in Westborough. The three kids were dropped off at the Bay State Commons plaza while the teen's mother took their dog to a training class. (Looks like she should have taken her son, too.) The boys ran out of the bathroom, laughing, and fled from the restaurant manager to Roche Bros., where they locked themselves in a bathroom (presumably one that had not been vandalized).
Police responded and the defecator accepted responsibility. He was made to clean up his mess.
I don't think this is one of the Postal Service changes...
The U.S. Postal Service has been making some changes, closing some offices, and debating Saturday delivery. Nowhere have I read, though, that "special" deliveries are part of the change. A Shrewsbury woman called police this week to report that dog feces was left in her mailbox. Police spoke to the suspects, who were "firmly advised," according to the police log.
Sure, blame it on the scruffy guy.
When I was 7 or so, I gave myself bangs with some of those animal-themed safety scissors. My mother wasn't happy, so I blamed my friend, saying she cut my hair. I don't remember if I ever fessed up to my mother, so I won't be sending her the link to this column. A Milford man must have been thinking along the same lines this week when he called police to report that an Oldsmobile, operated by a "scruffy-looking" man, had driven over his foot. When EMTs arrived, however, they determined "the patient may have run over his foot with his own vehicle." Anyone have a clue how that happens? Tell us in the comments.