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So the kids that stole my mom's purse are, without equivocation, the stupidest criminals ever.
The pharmacist at the CVS where Mom was robbed went home last night (her apartment is literally 100 feet from the door of the CVS), and found a prescription that she herself had filled for my little sister's headaches sitting on her coffee table. My mother goes to this pharmacy 5 or 6 days a week; her and the pharmacist are friendly.
All at once, the woman understood what had happened, ransacked her son's room and found my mother's purse in a drawer.
Quick recap: This kid decided that it was a good idea to rob someone his mother knows, outside of his mother's pharmacy, which is directly next to his mother's home, and then left the damning evidence sitting on her coffee table.
Needless to say she called the accomplice's parents, and marched both kids over to my folks' house. The kid's mother was hysterical. The purse was returned with everything in it save a full bottle of Percocet, which he admitted to "giving away," i.e., selling. The boys' parents told her that their punishment was 100% in her hands.
My mother is a woman of such unobscured goodness and hope for people that she is refusing to press charges against the kids in the hopes that this will "scare them away" from this sort of behavior. She requested only that the boys go to the police station and confess.
As good a woman as she is, she did manage to sneak the following sentence into the conversation before they took off; "It doesn't matter what the police do to you -- just realize how incredibly lucky you are that you are in their hands, and not my son's."
I'll admit it; I was going a little bit Man on Fire there for a minute.
The pharmacist at the CVS where Mom was robbed went home last night (her apartment is literally 100 feet from the door of the CVS), and found a prescription that she herself had filled for my little sister's headaches sitting on her coffee table. My mother goes to this pharmacy 5 or 6 days a week; her and the pharmacist are friendly.
All at once, the woman understood what had happened, ransacked her son's room and found my mother's purse in a drawer.
Quick recap: This kid decided that it was a good idea to rob someone his mother knows, outside of his mother's pharmacy, which is directly next to his mother's home, and then left the damning evidence sitting on her coffee table.
Needless to say she called the accomplice's parents, and marched both kids over to my folks' house. The kid's mother was hysterical. The purse was returned with everything in it save a full bottle of Percocet, which he admitted to "giving away," i.e., selling. The boys' parents told her that their punishment was 100% in her hands.
My mother is a woman of such unobscured goodness and hope for people that she is refusing to press charges against the kids in the hopes that this will "scare them away" from this sort of behavior. She requested only that the boys go to the police station and confess.
As good a woman as she is, she did manage to sneak the following sentence into the conversation before they took off; "It doesn't matter what the police do to you -- just realize how incredibly lucky you are that you are in their hands, and not my son's."
I'll admit it; I was going a little bit Man on Fire there for a minute.