The Taxi

This is a true story. My husband and I went to the tennis club on Saturday for glogg and ?bleskiver and one of the ladies with whom we play tennis called, Lizzie, told us this story.

She was at home, in bed sleeping, when there was a knock on her front door and a man’s voice said, “Taxi.” This was around 2:00 – 2:30 a.m. Lizzie woke up and thought, “I didn’t order a taxi.” Before she was fully awake or aware of what was going on, a man stood in her bedroom, picked up her purse which was hanging on the door handle and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” took her purse and walked out the front door shutting the door after him. Lizzie was absolutely paralyzed and wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or if she was going mad. She later contemplated on the event and though, perhaps, she had forgotten to lock the front door?

A few minutes later, there was a loud banging on her front door and a man shouted, “Lizzie, open the door. I’ve been burglarized!” Lizzie still confused from her first visitor, shouted back, “I don’t need a taxi. Go away.”

The neighbor shouted back, “I’m your neighbor. I’m not a taxi driver. Put on some clothes and open the door.” So Lizzie put on some clothes and opened the door to let her neighbor in. The neighbor told her that a man had knocked on his front door and called, “Taxi.” When the neighbor opened the door to tell the man he had not ordered a taxi, the man walked into his house, opened the hall closet and went through the neighbor’s coat taking wallet, keys, whatever he could find in the pockets and then casually walked out of the door and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

As the neighbor watched the burglar go down the street, he noticed that the burglar got into Lizzie’s car and drove away. That was what made him come over to Lizzie’s house, because he realized that she must have been burglarized as well. The neighbor is an asthmatic and uses an inhaler, which the burglar, apparently, had taken. Both Lizzie and her neighbor went outside, because Lizzie wanted to check if her car really had been stolen. She found her purse near the front door with all her credit cards in the bottom, but the money and keys to her car were gone. The neighbor did not get his wallet back, but he found his inhaler on the window ledge next to the front door where the burglar had left it when he realized that the neighbor was on medication.

The police found Lizzie’s car one week later, but the inside was completely trashed. Apart from that there was no damage to her car. That week there were 72 burglaries on her street and she and her neighbor were two of the victims.

Quite a story, wouldn’t you say? Now I’m afraid to open the windows or doors to let in a little fresh air, because we use the fireplace and light candles and the place does need a little fresh air every day.