So I asked myself, "What would Santa Claus do?". I mean, I didn't even have the reindeer to tend to and all that could really happen would be that they arrested me for attempted burglary or of being a peeping tom.
Apparently nobody heard me so I think I'll simply wipe the lawn chair of prints, let the helium balloons go free and make a jump for it in their tall grass behind the house.
Someone should write a book on this lawn chair flying. Plus it needs one full chapter on what to do if you land on the roof of the county sheriff.
-I.B. Moleturd
