Did he catch or didn't he?

I think by now, if you haven’t completely forgotten about it, you are wondering what I actually did about the woman I seen blowing in the wind last week.  If you missed it, or need to refresh your memory, click here.

Today is the day I tell you what happened.



The alarm sounds and I crawl out of bed. I feel the house shake a  little; another windy day. My car warms up and I am off to work. The morning is uneventful. On my lunch break I head to the grocery story to pick up several thing to have for my noon meal and pay for it with a gift card I received last Christmas.

I exit the grocery store with my bag of groceries in one hand…  It is very windy and I have to lean forward to make my way into the wind.  I hear the sound of clip, clip, clip, clip, coming towards me on the pavement, I look up to see a tall, slim, blonde woman, trying to keep her balance as the wind blows her across the parking lot… The wind is so strong she is unable to stop. She has a worried look on her face.

I have three seconds to make a decision.

I decide not to ignore her plight as I lean into the wind and stretch out my hand to her. Knowing her own momentum could pull me off balance I brace my feet Just as she catches hold, a sudden, stronger gust of wind catches her and she is torn from my grasp. I make a lunge and my finger hooks the strap of her purse. It snaps and all the contents of her bag scattered to the wind, never to be seen again. She slams into the storefront like a fly on a windshield, then bounces off landing on the seat of her pants clutching a broken nose and and a cracked tooth. Someone else comes to her aid.  She points at me standing there with her empty broken purse in my hand. I am accused of purse-snatching.

The ambulance and police arrive with lights flashing.

No one will like me after this after sharing this.  😦

This is now the worst day of my life!


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