I know the economy is getting bad but I thought it wasn't quite so bad here in Windsor Canada yet...
A few weeks ago I was unloading my car and putting things in my father in laws garage next to his shop. My lovely pregnant wife was helping me. We finished up closed the doors and were waiting in the parking lot maybe 15 feet from our car.
Someone down the alley shouts "are you missing anything" I find this quite odd and ask why he would say that. He points out some black kid just took off running down the alley past his garden after being near my car.
I look in the front seat and my heart sinks - my wifes purse is gone. I start running down the alley hoping to find at least the emptied purse, I had no idea how much head start the guy had on me.
A few hundred feet down the alley I see a lady taking things out of the back door to a restaurant and ask her if she has seen anyone run by here - she says no and I take off again. I pass another closed off doorway and see some motion in the doorway coming up. Then I see a black kid crouched in the doorway - without thinking I yell "what the hell are you doing with my wifes purse?"
Any doubts that this was not the thief evaporate immediatly when he jumps up and takes off like a jackrabbit. I chase the guy to the end of the alley and around a corner, my adrenaline is off the charts but having some nasty lung crud / infection is making it very hard to breathe. His left fist is balled up and I think he might have my wifes credit cards so I keep after him for another hundred feet or so. At this point I'm seeing stars and slow to a walk - I yell "keep on running chicken shit" and decide its probably a good idea to get back to the purse before some other jackal gets ideas.
As I am walking back I start laughing - the kid had better motivation for running than I did. Having a pissed off 6"4" 280 pound guy appear out of nowhere right on top of you must be shit your pants scary to a twig skinny kid. Luckily I scared him enough he left his "keep" pile in the doorway. My wifes credit cards, our gps and other valuables were in a pile on top of an xbox game that was either his or stolen from someone else - everything else was thrown all over.
I was walking back to the parking lot and a police cruiser pulled up behind me - I told him everything I remembered like where the kid was headed. For the life of me I could not remember what he was wearing all I knew was he was shorter than me, with short hair and black. They had 4 other cars in the area and luckily the neighbor remembered what he was wearing. From what the officer said he was about to be caught in a park nearby when we were wrapping things up.
Normally cops wont show up that fast for a purse theft - I guess when my wife mentioned I was chasing the guy that made it a higher priority. Thank God nothing was missing and luckily my wife had just put all her change and loose cash in our change bucket on the dresser.
I'm kind of glad I didn't catch the guy - I don't like fighting and everything turned out ok. Freaky how the one time my wife leaves her purse in the car some dude tries to steal it from out under our noses - without that awesome neighbor he would have. From now on we lock our doors no matter what. Phew
A few weeks ago I was unloading my car and putting things in my father in laws garage next to his shop. My lovely pregnant wife was helping me. We finished up closed the doors and were waiting in the parking lot maybe 15 feet from our car.
Someone down the alley shouts "are you missing anything" I find this quite odd and ask why he would say that. He points out some black kid just took off running down the alley past his garden after being near my car.
I look in the front seat and my heart sinks - my wifes purse is gone. I start running down the alley hoping to find at least the emptied purse, I had no idea how much head start the guy had on me.
A few hundred feet down the alley I see a lady taking things out of the back door to a restaurant and ask her if she has seen anyone run by here - she says no and I take off again. I pass another closed off doorway and see some motion in the doorway coming up. Then I see a black kid crouched in the doorway - without thinking I yell "what the hell are you doing with my wifes purse?"
Any doubts that this was not the thief evaporate immediatly when he jumps up and takes off like a jackrabbit. I chase the guy to the end of the alley and around a corner, my adrenaline is off the charts but having some nasty lung crud / infection is making it very hard to breathe. His left fist is balled up and I think he might have my wifes credit cards so I keep after him for another hundred feet or so. At this point I'm seeing stars and slow to a walk - I yell "keep on running chicken shit" and decide its probably a good idea to get back to the purse before some other jackal gets ideas.
As I am walking back I start laughing - the kid had better motivation for running than I did. Having a pissed off 6"4" 280 pound guy appear out of nowhere right on top of you must be shit your pants scary to a twig skinny kid. Luckily I scared him enough he left his "keep" pile in the doorway. My wifes credit cards, our gps and other valuables were in a pile on top of an xbox game that was either his or stolen from someone else - everything else was thrown all over.
I was walking back to the parking lot and a police cruiser pulled up behind me - I told him everything I remembered like where the kid was headed. For the life of me I could not remember what he was wearing all I knew was he was shorter than me, with short hair and black. They had 4 other cars in the area and luckily the neighbor remembered what he was wearing. From what the officer said he was about to be caught in a park nearby when we were wrapping things up.
Normally cops wont show up that fast for a purse theft - I guess when my wife mentioned I was chasing the guy that made it a higher priority. Thank God nothing was missing and luckily my wife had just put all her change and loose cash in our change bucket on the dresser.
I'm kind of glad I didn't catch the guy - I don't like fighting and everything turned out ok. Freaky how the one time my wife leaves her purse in the car some dude tries to steal it from out under our noses - without that awesome neighbor he would have. From now on we lock our doors no matter what. Phew
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