Today I watched a man steal 2 purses from the Nine West on the corner of Vermont and Wilshire.
He acted like he was fixing his hair in the mirror and set the purses on the ground, then put his jacket over the purses and hit the road. I told the manager, but they thought I was trying to buy purses and I said No! A guy just STOLE the purses! Me and the manager went outside, but he was gone.
The whole time, I was thinking that if I had had an accomplice right then, it would be a really great diversion to cause a big scene and occupy the attention of everybody else while my conspirator took the money and ran.
In other news, I went to Color Guard National Championships with my friends Chuck and Andy last week.
I thought it was gonna be a total spandex and glitter trainwreck- and it kind of was, but then I left feeling all heartwarmed and inspired. Much like an episode of Intervention.
I don’t think I knew any kids in color guard when I was in high school.. I think I thought that they were band kids who didn’t know how to play instruments.
It’s kind of more like modern dance though, with swords and rifles. The really good groups at least. Most of the groups were all femals, with a few token guys thrown in.