First Things Last

Oh, right. It's been pointed out that I referred to a story that I've not even told in the blog-o-sphere. I hate when that happens. So, without further delay.....

It was a dark and stormy night. Well, no, it was cold, not stormy. And aren't all nights dark? At any rate, I was working in scenic Lower Chichester Township. We braved the cold to make a short trip up to the Wawa on Market Street to meet up with some co-workers and kibitz for a bit. After social time had drawn to a close our compatriots loaded up and headed back to Chester while we prepared to retire to the sub-standard living conditions of our station in Linwood. I was in the passenger's seat and happened to look up, just as we were about to back out of our parking spot, to see some sort of struggle going on behind the counter inside the Wawa. At first I thought it was just some horseplay between the workers there, but it became apparent that it was something more than that as the clerk grabbed the other person's arm and held it in the air - revealing a rather large knife. My co-worker & I began to get out of the ambulance at that point. The clerk managed to wrest the knife from the person who will henceforth be referred to as "the perp". The perp, a smallish white female, then attempted to flee from the Wawa. A customer grabbed hold of her, but she bit him on the shoulder so he let go of her and she made her way out the front door. That's where she encountered Batman. Well, in fairness, Batman was probably my co-worker, Mike. I guess that would make me Robin. Oh well, at least I didn't have to wear tights. So Batman grabbed hold of the perp's left arm as she tried to run away. She spun back and attempted to bite his hand, so I grabbed hold of her other arm and pulled it behind her back. We pushed her up against the glass door in front of the store, but she continued to try and squirm away, so we swept her feet from underneath her, placing her in a prone position on the sidewalk. We continued to sit on her until the police arrived a few minutes later.

What would possess a small female to attempt a strong arm robbery against a larger male? One can only speculate. My theory is that some sort of pharmacological enhancement might have been at play. In any case, crime doesn't pay. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.