An accounting of the incident today
Already posted on facebook, but for those here that don't know and for those over there that want a full version, this is how my wallet (almost) got stolen today.
After spending a couple of days in Lexington to go see the new Harry Potter with Tim and JP, I made for home today, after spending a leisurely morning surfing the 'net on JP's computer after he went to work. When the Sun came out and it turned beautiful, I made up my mind to go to the Horse Park. But first, I wanted to go to the mall in which JP works, to do a bit of window shopping and bid farewell to the Headmaster himself.
After visiting for a while, I headed to the Target next door to the mall. I put my wallet in my front pocket when I got out of the car and went inside. I found a cute little shirt in the clearance racks for three dollars, and went to get in line to buy it - only to say screw that when I saw how long the lines all were. So I put the shirt back and decided to be on my way. This was at about 2:30pm.
I walked out the side door of the store and toward my car, which was a small distance down the aisle due to them being so busy. I pulled my wallet out of my left pocket and held it in my hand, since I can't sit down in that particular pair of jeans while it's in the front pocket. Just as I was about to reach my car, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye a split second before what felt like a truck rammed into me.
I fell hard onto my right shoulder, hip, elbow and knee. What felt like a truck turned out to be some dickhead in a black hooded sweatshirt and faded jeans who reached for my wallet as soon as I hit the ground. It all happened so fast, I had no time to even think about what he had just tried to do.
I guess out of reflex from falling I clutched the wallet tighter, so Mr. Dickhead was unable to get my wallet easily. As soon as I felt his hand on it, I instinctively gripped tigther. He didn't try to grab it again, instead taking off in a full sprint through the parking lot and in the direction of the mall.
A man pulling into a nearby parking spot saw Mr. Dickhead knock me down and hurriedly climbed from his truck. But by the time he could come around the door, he had no chance of catching up to the asshole - even though he tried desperately. He chased him all the way down the hill to the road, but Dickhead had a good head start and long legs and easily kept pulling away from him.
I have nothing more than what will probably be bruises in the next day or two, my shoulder feeling the worst out of everything. The cops were wonderful, but very honest with me - neither of us got a look at the guy, beyond knowing he was white and about 5'10 to six feet, and slim. And Target's cameras did not catch him - I thought maybe he had followed me out of the store, but they looked the security tapes and he hadn't -- and there were no cameras in the parking lot. So, the chances of him being caught are slim.
After the cops left, the Samaritan hung around to make sure I was okay until I was ready to go. I asked for his name/number, but he said he wasn't a hero, and didn't want to be treated as such. He settled for a simple thank you. I almost drove myself back over to the mall to just be around JP to calm down, but knew he was busy working and did not need to deal with me.
It took me hours to make it home, after not going to the Horse Park. I had to stop and sleep for a bit in Corbin, and after going to Steak and Shake when I got home, I guess the shock hit me and I could not stop shaking and crying. But that is better now. I am calmer, and warm, and about to take a long, hot soak in the tub.
I believe he will get what's coming to him, eventually. But a part of me is still scared and fretful.
After spending a couple of days in Lexington to go see the new Harry Potter with Tim and JP, I made for home today, after spending a leisurely morning surfing the 'net on JP's computer after he went to work. When the Sun came out and it turned beautiful, I made up my mind to go to the Horse Park. But first, I wanted to go to the mall in which JP works, to do a bit of window shopping and bid farewell to the Headmaster himself.
After visiting for a while, I headed to the Target next door to the mall. I put my wallet in my front pocket when I got out of the car and went inside. I found a cute little shirt in the clearance racks for three dollars, and went to get in line to buy it - only to say screw that when I saw how long the lines all were. So I put the shirt back and decided to be on my way. This was at about 2:30pm.
I walked out the side door of the store and toward my car, which was a small distance down the aisle due to them being so busy. I pulled my wallet out of my left pocket and held it in my hand, since I can't sit down in that particular pair of jeans while it's in the front pocket. Just as I was about to reach my car, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye a split second before what felt like a truck rammed into me.
I fell hard onto my right shoulder, hip, elbow and knee. What felt like a truck turned out to be some dickhead in a black hooded sweatshirt and faded jeans who reached for my wallet as soon as I hit the ground. It all happened so fast, I had no time to even think about what he had just tried to do.
I guess out of reflex from falling I clutched the wallet tighter, so Mr. Dickhead was unable to get my wallet easily. As soon as I felt his hand on it, I instinctively gripped tigther. He didn't try to grab it again, instead taking off in a full sprint through the parking lot and in the direction of the mall.
A man pulling into a nearby parking spot saw Mr. Dickhead knock me down and hurriedly climbed from his truck. But by the time he could come around the door, he had no chance of catching up to the asshole - even though he tried desperately. He chased him all the way down the hill to the road, but Dickhead had a good head start and long legs and easily kept pulling away from him.
I have nothing more than what will probably be bruises in the next day or two, my shoulder feeling the worst out of everything. The cops were wonderful, but very honest with me - neither of us got a look at the guy, beyond knowing he was white and about 5'10 to six feet, and slim. And Target's cameras did not catch him - I thought maybe he had followed me out of the store, but they looked the security tapes and he hadn't -- and there were no cameras in the parking lot. So, the chances of him being caught are slim.
After the cops left, the Samaritan hung around to make sure I was okay until I was ready to go. I asked for his name/number, but he said he wasn't a hero, and didn't want to be treated as such. He settled for a simple thank you. I almost drove myself back over to the mall to just be around JP to calm down, but knew he was busy working and did not need to deal with me.
It took me hours to make it home, after not going to the Horse Park. I had to stop and sleep for a bit in Corbin, and after going to Steak and Shake when I got home, I guess the shock hit me and I could not stop shaking and crying. But that is better now. I am calmer, and warm, and about to take a long, hot soak in the tub.
I believe he will get what's coming to him, eventually. But a part of me is still scared and fretful.