Go for it.
I should really be working on a new resume, but what the heck. Here goes.
These are meant to be just a summations of the story and not to be taken literally as though it were a written story. That will come later, much later.
Disclaimer: The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
My family is compromised of relatively short, overweight people. All of us, it's just how we are. Several years ago, the tobacco shop just down the hill from our house was robbed. The surveillance video showed a tall, skinny person robbing the store. He happened to be our neighbor at the time.
What do you know? Barney Fife shows up at our front door the following morning. He is questioning my father about what had occurred. Fife shows Dad a ski mask and asks him, "Jim, is this your mask?"
"No," my father responds.
"Well, it was found in your backyard this morning."
"The owner has cameras, doesn't he? I heard it was a skinny kid on the tape. John, you can search this house all you like, but I don't think you'll find anyone matching that description."
The police officer who, after looking at the video evidence, suspected my father of owning this ski mask. This officer, I would not trust to deduce how to use his one-bullet allotment. Would you?