One time a "friend" came home to find "their" house had been broken into during the day. The perpetrator had broken in through the first floor window in the back of the house, through the pantry where the cookware and some assorted groceries were stored.
Lost was a top-loading VCR, some misc. stereo gear from the living room and then the perp rummaged through the dresser bedroom and taken some jewelery and a plastic bag filled with a small-to-moderate stash. Apparently satisfied with the take, the perp then made an exit …
Here is what apparently happened: Upon entering the house in the pantry, the perp had apparently grabbed a sauce pan in the pantry as some level of protection from the eighteen pound dog (who did not prove to be a good watchdog and took a hit from the pan-wielding perp — but, for the record, survived just fine.)
Our "friends" called the police-officer-station and reported the break-in, detailed the loss (without mentioning the plastic bag) and waited for the patrol car to come and make an official report.
So … Mr. police-officer-man comes to the house to take a report, he is going through the (pointless) ritual of doing a report, goes through the living room, and then to the bedroom … looks through the dresser asks about the missing jewelry and then says "What about the pot ???" … !!!
"HOW’D HE KNOW ABOUT THAT?"
My "friend’s" wife — knowing about the specific omission in the initial report — was about to reply something like "How’d you know about that?" when she was interrupted by hubby who replied with a more appropriate "Huh?"
At which point the officer held up the saucepan and said "This pot … any idea how it got into the bedroom?"