It started off as a regular Thursday. I went home to let Nyah out, took off my slacks, and dress shoes from work, and put on some black sweat pants so as not to look too tacky with the dress shirt I was too lazy to take off. I slipped on my flip-flop sandals and went to the nail shop. My nail tech Lee asked in his broken English “you work today?” “Yes”, I told him that I ran home to let the dog out first, and that I needed a fresh set of nails and an eyebrow wax. There was an older lady getting a pedicure and another girl getting a manicure. There was one more girl that was waiting on her friend to finish. She was thin, she looked young, about 20 years old. She was sort of pacing and standing behind me…..Lee was working his miracle on my hands when I heard the chains on my purse jingle.
When I turned around, I saw that young girl running out of the salon door with my Coach bag in her arms! I screamed, “She stole my purse!!!!” I had the adrenaline of a mother with her child stuck under a car. I jumped up and took off running after her, flip-flops and all! I was chasing her down the street screaming “GIVE ME MY PURSE! STOP! GIVE ME MY PURSE, I DON’T HAVE ANY MONEY, I USE MY DEBIT CARD! I’M GONNA CATCH YOU!!! GIVE –ME- MY PURSE!!!” Then I saw Lee running too, I think he was screaming something in his native language. I chased her for 3 blocks, screaming and demanding that she give me my stuff back. Lee passed me up, but I kept running. We were BOTH determined to catch that thief. I guess she bit off more than she could chew, because she ultimately threw my purse down and kept running. I wanted to tell her, Don’t let the girly nails, the law firm clothes or the extra pounds fool you! I would have chased her for at least 3 miles to get my Coach back. Does she not know I drove 3 hours to get it??? Does she not know that even though I’m fat, I can run, AND I’m in shape. I think it shocked her. She probably thought this lady is getting her nails done, and she’ll probably just scream for help and watch me run away with her stuff. She picked the wrong fat girl tonight!! I was so grateful, that Lee was as passionate as I was about getting my stuff back. I keep too much crap in my purse, It would have been a disaster trying to remember what all was in there and trying to get a new ID and all that drama.
When we got back everyone was flustered and they had called the police. The girl’s friend was in shock and she kept apologizing to me. The old lady said, she was running, but you were really running. I was completly shaken up thinking, did I really just chase down a criminal? Is the economy that bad? I’ve been coming to this shop since high school with no drama. I was breathing hard and my hands were shaking so much. Lee gave me a discount and finished my nails. I gave him a nice tip for his over the top customer service…. Later my Dad asked did you finish getting your nails done after you chased her? Uh Yeah! I’m not gonna get robbed and have half done fingernails, LOL…. My Feisty Big Little Sister, said she would have kept chasing her even after she dropped the purse (which is precisely why I waited to tell her)…. Mr. Man was less than excited that I chased her down, and he said “everything in the purse was replaceable, but you’re not.” ……At the end of the day, I thankful that God watched over the crazy shopaholic with my life inside my purse, and happy that me and my purse are both safe from harm.