Monday, September 30, 2019

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter

Out in Lincoln, Nebraska, lives a young woman by the name of Ariauna Chantell Lillard.

Ariauna used to date a certain guy, and her next date will be October 16.  But it won't be at Olive Garden or a movie or anything.  It'll be in court, and all over the guy she used to date.

That's not accurate, either. If she really were over him, she wouldn't have done what she did, which was setting a fire in her apartment by burning his old love letters.

She lives in an apartment on the third floor, and she was burned up over the end of her relationship, and grabbed a butane lighter and set the letters on fire.

And then, in her haste to be rid of his memory, she left some of the letters still a-smolderin' on her bedroom carpet and took a nap.

Guess what happened.

She woke up when the smoke alarm started yelping.

The Lincoln Police Department confirms that police and fire crews were called to the apartment building.  The firefighters were able to put the blaze to rest in a few minutes, and the police wrote their report, including the fact that the damage estimate ran to $4,000.  The report noted a "burned carpet in the bedroom" and smoke damage.

Ms Lillard was cited for negligent burning, and escaped injury.

We can suppose that her court dates and other legal papers were sent to her by mail, and we can hope that she did not burn those documents.

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