A Funny Thing Happened on My Way to the Market
I recently returned home from a holiday flight, and awoke the next day to a bare larder: no milk or cookies--you know...nothing to eat. So early in the morning, I cross the street and see these two guys sprawled out on the sidewalk in front of the market fighting! I think to myself, great, welcome back to Long Beach.
I walk closer to help break it up and notice a guy in jeans and tee shirt on the bottom, squirming to get away, a few grocery items spewed out in front of him, and a security officer on top trying to out-maneuver the thief he'd apprehended. The guard was having a hard time trying to get in a position where he could handcuff his opponent.
It appeared that I was an accidental witness to the tail end of a failed petty robbery. I walk right up to these guys wrestling and ask with a shrug, "hey, is there anything I can do to help?" The guard doesn't even answer; he was grunting just trying to keep the rascally adversary under him pinned. But the guy in jeans addresses me, almost sweetly and innocently: "yeah, man, can you get me out of here?"
I walk closer to help break it up and notice a guy in jeans and tee shirt on the bottom, squirming to get away, a few grocery items spewed out in front of him, and a security officer on top trying to out-maneuver the thief he'd apprehended. The guard was having a hard time trying to get in a position where he could handcuff his opponent.
It appeared that I was an accidental witness to the tail end of a failed petty robbery. I walk right up to these guys wrestling and ask with a shrug, "hey, is there anything I can do to help?" The guard doesn't even answer; he was grunting just trying to keep the rascally adversary under him pinned. But the guy in jeans addresses me, almost sweetly and innocently: "yeah, man, can you get me out of here?"
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