“Gotta go report another break-in at the impound,” John my co-worker said.

“Being that we currently got an 80 year old security guy guarding the place, I’m not too surprised. What’d they take now?”

“Copper.”

I looked up. “What?”

“They boosted copper from some of the cables that used to power the old buildings we don’t use anymore.”

“Who the hell steals copper?? We have like $50,000 cars just sitting there waiting to be driven out, and they go for copper?”

“Hey, it sells. And they took their sweet time too. We found where they broke in, along with a cooler and some empty beer cans they left behind. I think they’re gonna be coming back tonight.”

“So are you gonna go stake ‘em out?”

“Nope, denied overtime.”

“Frickin’ A’.”

“They’ll send a patrol to drive by every now and then.”

I leaned back in my seat. “You know, I never would have figured to boost copper in an impound lot. I’d go in there and go, “Oooooo, motorbikes!” then drive out with one of those babies. Who would think to steal copper?”

“Hey, three dollars a pound baby.”

“Besides you, smart ass.”

John just shrugged.