Mrs. Edge
Bono's Belly Dancing Friend
Have you ever done anything that people would perceive as being completely out of character for you, either by being provoked or maybe just for the sake of doing something daring? I thought this might make for an entertaining thread. I?ll give you an example of something that happened to me.
I have always been known to be an extremely shy (sometimes timid), polite and proper person. A few years ago, I was in London England with my mom on holiday. One day we decided to go to a movie. As it was starting, an announcement came on the screen saying ?Ladies, watch your purses, there are thieves about!? I thought to myself, ?yeah right!? but I put my purse and bag on the floor between my feet where I knew it would be safe. In the middle of the movie, I heard a very faint rustling coming from my bag. The sound of cellophane wrapper being moved. I looked down, and noticed that my bag had fallen over. Looking further, I noticed an arm inside it, coming from underneath the seat in front of me! Some guy had crawled on his stomach like a snake and was stealing my purse right under my NOSE!
Well, first I stared in amazement at his audacity. Then I became consumed with rage at this violation, and panic because my passport and money were in there. I immediately leapt to my feet and screamed ?OH NO YOU DON?T! HOW DARE YOU!!!!? Scaring the living daylights out of my mom and startling the thief, who grabbed my purse and made a dash for it. In the pitch dark (with no one reacting at all, they just went on watching the movie) I proceeded to chase the thief through the theatre while screaming such expletives as the "F word"!
I chased him right out into the alley, with the door slamming behind us. It?s one of those doors that doesn?t let you back in, so he could have done anything to me, but I was too mad to care. He began to run up some stairs, so I literally threw myself on top of him and began to hit him, grabbing his jacket.
?I don?t have your purse! I didn?t get it!? he yelled at me, and then he removed his jacket and shoved me down the stairs, and got away. Turns out, he hadn?t got to my purse yet, but I had stolen the jacket right off his back! Soon after, my mom and the manager came rushing out to see if I was OK.
This story has made it into the family lore.
I have always been known to be an extremely shy (sometimes timid), polite and proper person. A few years ago, I was in London England with my mom on holiday. One day we decided to go to a movie. As it was starting, an announcement came on the screen saying ?Ladies, watch your purses, there are thieves about!? I thought to myself, ?yeah right!? but I put my purse and bag on the floor between my feet where I knew it would be safe. In the middle of the movie, I heard a very faint rustling coming from my bag. The sound of cellophane wrapper being moved. I looked down, and noticed that my bag had fallen over. Looking further, I noticed an arm inside it, coming from underneath the seat in front of me! Some guy had crawled on his stomach like a snake and was stealing my purse right under my NOSE!
Well, first I stared in amazement at his audacity. Then I became consumed with rage at this violation, and panic because my passport and money were in there. I immediately leapt to my feet and screamed ?OH NO YOU DON?T! HOW DARE YOU!!!!? Scaring the living daylights out of my mom and startling the thief, who grabbed my purse and made a dash for it. In the pitch dark (with no one reacting at all, they just went on watching the movie) I proceeded to chase the thief through the theatre while screaming such expletives as the "F word"!
I chased him right out into the alley, with the door slamming behind us. It?s one of those doors that doesn?t let you back in, so he could have done anything to me, but I was too mad to care. He began to run up some stairs, so I literally threw myself on top of him and began to hit him, grabbing his jacket.
?I don?t have your purse! I didn?t get it!? he yelled at me, and then he removed his jacket and shoved me down the stairs, and got away. Turns out, he hadn?t got to my purse yet, but I had stolen the jacket right off his back! Soon after, my mom and the manager came rushing out to see if I was OK.
This story has made it into the family lore.
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