Why I was late for my class last night and late agin for my class today.
I have a story. It's a true story and it happened yesterday.
I was out on the town shooting pictures for my landscape painting class. I was about to die from the cold because my car just wouldn't heat up when I saw Church's Chicken. I'm a vegetarian but I do love their biscuits and so I made the choice to warm up to a nice bag of honey glazed fluffy carbohydrates after which I planned to go buy some canvas stretchers.
Okay, so you're following me so far.
While sitting in my car still parked at Church's Chicken and running in hopes that it would warm up) I started on my final biscuit when I heard screaming just outside my car. I looked up and saw a man holding a purse running and young woman following him cursing and calling for some to stop him. I instantly darted out of my car after the guy (sadly dropping my biscuit in the snow). I caught up with him pretty quickly (I have long legs) and told him quite a few times to drop the purse. He responded that he had a gun. I pondered that for a moment. IT didn't look like he had a gun as he reached into his noticeably un-buldging pocket, so I decided to wait until I could see a gun before letting off. As it turns out he had a knife instead. I considered trying to tackle him, but with the knife and a definite body size advantage I figured it unwise at the moment. So I continued to follow him trying to persuade him to drop the purse. Telling him I had 911 dialed on my phone and all I had to do was hit send (which wasn't actually true but I thought it was worth a shot), etc. We came quickly to an apartment building. He told me not to follow him inside or he'd stab me. He then swiped a key on the door and entered, fending me back with the knife while he closed the door.
While I stood there banging on the glass, the young, purse-less woman caught up to me and showed her that he had gone in that building. We got in and I decided to run back to my unlocked, still running car at Church's Chicken. When I got back to the building the people who worked there had called the police. A female manager and a male technician were talking to us about what happened when a little girl told us he went to the third floor. So the four of us took the elevator up and walked down the hall. For some reason the manager and technician were suspicious of a particular room. The technician told us to go back down the hall while he knocked on the door. An older man answered after some time. The technician asked if the man had any guests. He said no. The manager then proceeded to talk to him while the technician went to check the back stairwell. Suddenly the older man admitted that there was someone in the bathroom. We got the technician and waited. Eventually a man casually walked out of the bathroom, left the room and started down the hall. Both the young woman and I weren't sure if it was the guy because his clothes were different. The technician followed him downstairs and the police were there to stop him and question him.
One officer asked his date of birth, jotting it down on a notepad. Others questioned the woman and me and still others went to search the room along with the technician. After some time passed the same officer holding the notepad casually asked the man his date of birth again. the man gave a different number. They quickly cuffed him. Immediately afterward the technician and a couple of police officers came down the stairs holding the purse. The man had hidden his jacket along with the purse and scattered some of the items in it around the apartment. They found everything eventually and the girl was relieved.
Both of us then had to write up witness reports at the precinct where we were asked to go to the Frank Murphy hall of justice the next day (today) to talk to the prosecutor. So I just got back from filling her (the prosecutor) in on most of the details and now I may have to go to court in about ten days.
And that's my story.
I was out on the town shooting pictures for my landscape painting class. I was about to die from the cold because my car just wouldn't heat up when I saw Church's Chicken. I'm a vegetarian but I do love their biscuits and so I made the choice to warm up to a nice bag of honey glazed fluffy carbohydrates after which I planned to go buy some canvas stretchers.
Okay, so you're following me so far.
While sitting in my car still parked at Church's Chicken and running in hopes that it would warm up) I started on my final biscuit when I heard screaming just outside my car. I looked up and saw a man holding a purse running and young woman following him cursing and calling for some to stop him. I instantly darted out of my car after the guy (sadly dropping my biscuit in the snow). I caught up with him pretty quickly (I have long legs) and told him quite a few times to drop the purse. He responded that he had a gun. I pondered that for a moment. IT didn't look like he had a gun as he reached into his noticeably un-buldging pocket, so I decided to wait until I could see a gun before letting off. As it turns out he had a knife instead. I considered trying to tackle him, but with the knife and a definite body size advantage I figured it unwise at the moment. So I continued to follow him trying to persuade him to drop the purse. Telling him I had 911 dialed on my phone and all I had to do was hit send (which wasn't actually true but I thought it was worth a shot), etc. We came quickly to an apartment building. He told me not to follow him inside or he'd stab me. He then swiped a key on the door and entered, fending me back with the knife while he closed the door.
While I stood there banging on the glass, the young, purse-less woman caught up to me and showed her that he had gone in that building. We got in and I decided to run back to my unlocked, still running car at Church's Chicken. When I got back to the building the people who worked there had called the police. A female manager and a male technician were talking to us about what happened when a little girl told us he went to the third floor. So the four of us took the elevator up and walked down the hall. For some reason the manager and technician were suspicious of a particular room. The technician told us to go back down the hall while he knocked on the door. An older man answered after some time. The technician asked if the man had any guests. He said no. The manager then proceeded to talk to him while the technician went to check the back stairwell. Suddenly the older man admitted that there was someone in the bathroom. We got the technician and waited. Eventually a man casually walked out of the bathroom, left the room and started down the hall. Both the young woman and I weren't sure if it was the guy because his clothes were different. The technician followed him downstairs and the police were there to stop him and question him.
One officer asked his date of birth, jotting it down on a notepad. Others questioned the woman and me and still others went to search the room along with the technician. After some time passed the same officer holding the notepad casually asked the man his date of birth again. the man gave a different number. They quickly cuffed him. Immediately afterward the technician and a couple of police officers came down the stairs holding the purse. The man had hidden his jacket along with the purse and scattered some of the items in it around the apartment. They found everything eventually and the girl was relieved.
Both of us then had to write up witness reports at the precinct where we were asked to go to the Frank Murphy hall of justice the next day (today) to talk to the prosecutor. So I just got back from filling her (the prosecutor) in on most of the details and now I may have to go to court in about ten days.
And that's my story.