For the second time in just over a month, a man in San Francisco has suffered possibly the worst indignity one person could inflict upon another, especially if 'another' is a private business owner with a lack of good security at his premises.
Roger Reardon is the proprietor of Rear End Shuntings, a small car body repair shop he set up himself, just over four years ago.
Roger employs Richard Long as an assistant, and things had been going very well. Until last month, that is.
Thieves, clearly knowing Roger kept cash on the premises, stole up stealthily, kicked his back doors in, and took $1,500 from a drawer in the office.
That was bad enough, but, being a bit näive, and believing that the thieves wouldn't try it on again, he dithered over installing better security, and the scene was set.
Last night, once they'd finished a 'spray job', Roger and his mate ordered a curry, and washed it down with a quantity of beer. As they slept, thieves again stole up to the rear of Reardon's Rear End, and determinedly smashed his back doors in for the second time in a month.
Roger was sore, but mainly at himself. He lamented:
"I get enough of that sort of thing with Dick!"