The Thieves
Patrick finished his shopping in the supermarket of his home village of Portchester. He ambled slowly in the noonday sunshine into the car park behind the shopping centre to put his bags in the boot of his car.
As he moved towards his car he observed two youths, dressed in red anoraks and wearing red baseball caps, struggling with the lock of a white Nissan Bluebird car. Patrick watched them for a few moments before speaking', You two seem to be having trouble, he said.
'Oh, it's alright', replied one youth brightly, 'the key sometimes gets stuck in the lock.'
'Perhaps you would like to try my key', suggested Pat helpfully.
'Why on earth would we want to do that?' said the other youth in a sarcastic voice.
'Because it's my car', Pat retorted.
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