06.26.10
By The Purse Straps.
Just when I exit the local grocery [a block away from home], I hear a female yell “Thief! Stop! Stop him! Thief, my purse! Stop that man! Thief!”. Her male companion follows suit.
I spy a young man dashing down the sidewalk with… a black purse. The woman and her man are chasing after to little avail.
A grocery worker dashes out from the corner nearest me to intercept, but fails. This thief is fast a la a football sprinter. A parking lot foot chase later, nothing other than a getaway car pulls up. The aft passenger door pops open, but the purse snatcher slowly rounds the trunk to enter the opposite side — then suddenly hurried once he sees that he is still being pursued.
The car squeals the 5 feet to the stop sign, tire smoke included, and left-turns away. Just as the victim, and her man, and the grocery worker, arrive to breathe the dust.
I make it home, drop off my groceries, and return to see any aftermath. There was none — the grocery worker was doing grocery worker stuff, the victim and her man were gone, and there was brief mention of a cop cruising by.
The first purse snatching I remember witnessing personally.
Be Seeing You.