Sunday, October 21, 2007

Witness

I witnessed a theft in action today. I had just finished paying for my groceries at Ralph's down the street. I was walking towards the door when I saw a woman stepping quickly through the door detectors - setting them off - and running out to the parking lot.

What first tipped me off to the shoplifter (since it's not usually my first assumption when I hear door alarms go off), is that she didn't stop when it started beeping. Instead, she started sprinting. I then noticed under each of her arms large, clear bottles of liquor. That's when I stopped walking, felt my mouth hang open a little in disbelief and stared at the unfolding scene. She scooted into the passenger door of an old Escort with a driver who looked panicky and hadn't even parked. She saw me staring right at her, and I tried to convey to her through my "convicting" stare that I knew what she was doing.

As they sped off, I pointed them out to a store employee in an orange parking vest who was walking towards the entrance. Distraught by what I told her, she grabbed the manager and pointed at the car as it sped away down the street.

It was too late to do anything about the incident, obviously, but it was odd to witness it take place...

2 comments:

Kimberly said...

That is crazy Grete! I don't know what I would do if I witnessed a crime. I bet it happens so fast you can't do too much unless you're Jack Bauer's secret twin.

jordan fowler said...

What, you didn't jump her? Or, you didn't say, "Hey if you'll give me one bottle of that hooch, I can be very quiet and very forgetting of license plate numbers." C'mon girl. Cali has made you soft.