Cray Cray in MOCO?

When I moved to the suburbs two years ago I was worried I would leave behind some of the urban crazy I'd come to love.

In my old neighborhood an elderly gentleman used to walk a loop of blocks wearing a rain poncho--usually only in the summer when it was sunny and hot.  He would also give you a big smile and say "glorious morning to you".  I loved running into him because crazy or not, he was sweet.  And, unlike most people in DC, he'd actually acknowledge your presence on the street.

There was also the lady who cursed like a sailor.  Her hangout was in front of the National Cathedral.  Something about the yin and yang of the holy and profane used to always make me smile. 

Well, I shouldn't have feared.  MOCO has as much crazy as anyone else.  Last weekend's story about a landlord, an arborist, and a hapless Homeland Security Agent proved me wrong.  You can read the full story here.  But, let me break it down for you.  

A local landlord with a checkered past wanted to evict an elderly woman and her son from their apartment because they were 2 weeks behind on the rent.

The formal procedure being too too slow for the landlord's tastes, he hired a 'heavy' to forcibly move them out.  A heavy nicknamed Bunny.  A heavy whose day job is as an arborist.  As you can probably guess, Bunny doesn't look very soft and cuddly in his mugshot.

And our hapless Homeland Security agent?  Turns out the landlord shared his plans with our DHS guy in advance.  To his credit, the DHS guy told the landlord his plan was a bad idea, but still drove him to an ATM, presumably to get money to pay the heavy coming over later that night.  And, when the heavy arrived and the crazy began, the DHS guy wasn't exactly quick draw McGraw.  Despite the advance warning and 'screams' from the tenants, our man still couldn't manage to get a picture of the license plate on the getaway car.

Let's hope he's in HR and not in intelligence.