My Brush with Crime

I had a brush with crime this weekend, but actually, you could really call it a minor scrape. Thank goodness I was neither victim or criminal.



While I was in the checkout line at the local Kroger, I sent my husband to take some vitamins back to the shelf (we'd both picked up the same thing). As he was on his way, he heard a woman say, "He's got my purse!" The would-be thief was running down the main aisle toward the You-Scan lines, and a couple of men stopped him. Two of them had him in a bear hug, and the lady got her purse back. My husband saw all this happen while I'm oblivious at the check out until the sacker said, "I think they just got a purse thief." So, naturally, I'm looking all around to make sure my husband is okay, which of course, he was.



They took the alleged purse-snatcher over by the customer service center. No one was holding onto him anymore. I guess they trusted him not to run. Big mistake. The store employees were supposed to stay with him while another called the police. But they were basically ignoring him. I was in the check out right by the door. He casually walked toward the door, and I said, "He's making a run for it." Sure enough, he walked through the door and ran all the way across the massive parking lot toward a neighborhood. One of the slightly round Kroger employees attempted a chase, but he didn't get him. He got away - but not with the goods.

Lesson - If you use one of those hand-held baskets, do not put your purse inside it. That's how he got it.

This was so surreal. You don't really realize what's happening until it's over. A friend of mine was in another part of the store, and I didn't even know she was there until we got to talking about this.

I could describe him to a TEE. Height, general weight, build, hair color, skin complexion, clothing, and tattoos on both arms. He was so young, maybe 18-20 years old. I guess it's a sign of the times. Ladies, be careful!