Last night I stopped at the store on the way home. Outside of the store an individual approached me by brushing up against me and trying to snatch my purse, out of instinct I kicked him (ripping my skirt in the process) and I think this startled him and he dropped my purse and ran. No one outside the store ran after him or called for help. Thankfully a store employee was standing outside and saw everything, she called security and they in turn called the police.
During the wait time for the police to arrive I recalled the man had a small knife, this was verified by the store employee. All that could go through my mind is it could have gone horribly wrong. What saddened me even more was thinking that no one tried to help, and they all disappeared after. If it wasn’t for the store employee would anyone even believe me?
I honestly thought I would be a total mess crying on the way home, but I was so angry. And at the same time grateful, grateful he didn’t hurt me. Grateful that I was able to drive home in one piece.
Upon arriving home, all shaking like one of my chihuahuas, I checked to see if a package I had been expecting had been delivered. It said it had and had been hand delivered to an individual. I think it may have been delivered to the wrong address but how dishonest for someone to accept a package that’s not addressed to them. It was a $400 small purse inside, I don’t think I’ll get it back. It was a gift for my mom. So here I am now filing a claim.
And at this point I think I honestly want to cry.
I’m wishing you all a beautiful day with zero of my disappointments.
Hugs!