Oh No You Don't

I came up to Bristol Friday to visit with my Dad. I was joined by two of my sisters - J.C. and Priscilla. Suzanne's down with the "crud" and couldn't make it. We did manage to get out of the house for a few hours on Saturday to drive around and do a little sight-seeing. But yesterday it snowed and the wind chill was about 18 degrees, so we never got out of our pajamas. Not that that stopped Priscilla from making a run to the store for more provisions...in her pajama pants. She managed to make it out of Food City without seeing anybody she knew (always important when you go out in your p.j.'s) and with all of her groceries, something I didn't do on Saturday at the same location. I had gone through the check out, paid my tab, the little guy had bagged my stuff (two bags) when suddenly I remembered something I wanted to look at in the spice aisle. So I told him to hang on, I'd be right back. I was only gone a minute, but when I came back, my two bags of groceries were gone. Priscilla had been in the aisle next to me and had observed a guy who was behind me in line and when it was apparent my groceries had been absconded, she took off in hot pursuit. She found him in the parking lot, loading them into his trunk, along with his own groceries. She said, "I believe you've got something that doesn't belong to you." He didn't argue. He handed her one bag. She said, "What about the rest?" He just stood there as she reached into his trunk and grabbed the other bag that she knew was mine. By that time, I had followed her out of the store and I saw that she had my groceries in hand. Crisis averted, we went home happy. Poor guy. He was inches from a clean get-away with a priceless haul of stolen loot: a six-pack of Coors Light, a bag of cookies, a container of onion dip, a carton of half and half, and a pair of pantyhose.