May 22, 2006 07:18 PM
Who Says My Life is Boring?
Today I decided to do a little shopping, and go searching for a great pair of jeans that would hopefull by on sale. I drove to a local shopping center, and I was oh-so-pleased with myself for getting the front parking spot, right across from the door. Pleased, that is, until I saw the scuffle that began just as I was getting out of my car. A woman was trying to leave the store with a handful of clothing, still on the hangers and not in a shopping bag. A store employee grabbed the clothes, and a wild tug-of-war ensued. He was also trying to pull on her purse, which appeared to be stuffed with (unpaid, I presume) merchandise. She was putting up quite a fight, so I stayed next to my car. Just in case.
Then I heard a man yelling and running through the parking lot toward the store. At that point, I jumped back into my car, locked the doors, and slid down a bit. Who knows, this guy could have been armed or something, right? Anyway, he entered the store and joined the scuffle. It reminded me of one of those fights you see in cartoons, where there are just hands and legs flying out of a ball of dust. A few minutes later, both the woman and her male friend managed to get away and head for the parking lot to their car. (Which was right behind me, but I didn't even get a look at it. Dh has scolded me for being a bad witness already, so there's no need to tell me again.) The woman still had merchandise sticking out of her large tote bag (I could see the hangers) when she passed my car, but she must have dumped the stuff before they pulled away, because a store employee retrieved some items from the ground just after they left. I must say, it was quite an interesting morning.
Now, back to my boring, uneventful life.
Comments
Bad witness? Are you kidding?
That's just a little tooooo much exciting for one shopping trip, if you ask me, and hunkering down out of harm's way is about the most sensible way to handle it! Granted, shopping for jeans is so often a vaguely unpleasant experience when one is {ahem} a woman of a certain age...but that's just ridiculous!
Makes a girl just want to curl up with a catalog, no?
Posted by: Jen at May 23, 2006 08:06 PM
