I'm the Goddamn Batman
Long time no post. But you know my life is boring, so you haven't missed much.
Except that today I was a shiny crime fighting hero! (Except not really, it's not like a I stopped a murder or something, but still ... I technically stopped a crime, so I am going to stick with this new label for myself)
So here's what happened:
I was out shopping with my parents and we walked into the Bruna, it's a store that sells magazines and books and has a build in post office. My mom was looking for Sudoku booklets and I was going through those little romance novels, snickering at the pictures in the front when the mean evil villain of the story pushes past me and my mum rather rudely.
And when I say mean evil villain, I mean little old lady ... yeah I would have loved to tell this story with like the Joker or Venom in the antagonist role, but sadly the criminal really was a little old lady.
Anyhow, cause she pushed past us without so much of a excuse me, I was side-eying her. Because of this I noticed that she put a magazine that she had picked up in her big purse. GASP. SHOCK. HORROR. Now I was shocked for a moment and not sure if I just saw what I saw.
She walked a little further to the comic section and started browsing again and I decided to watch her while pretending to still read my little romance novel. And sure enough I saw her do it again. Oh the humanity!
So I rush over to the register and tell the cashier what I just saw. She was all Craaaaap and rang for back up, only now the little old thief was beginning to walk out of the store. A male employee came out of the back and the cashier quickly told him what had happened, but by now the woman had left the store.
So I sprinted outside and the employee followed me, this little old lady was fast. She had turned into another street, but luckily I spotted her and we walked over together, me following behind just to make sure he got the right person.
He talked to her and she gave in so quickly that I was rather surprised. She just handed the magazines back and apologized. Thanks lady, I hoped you would have made a run for it, so I could like at least tackle you.
But nope, that was it.
We walked back to the store, where my parents, who had no idea what was going on, thought I had had a nervous breakdown and sprinted out of the store for shit and giggles or to chase a squirrel or something, and the cashiers thanked me.
Like you can see, this was really nothing. But nevertheless, afterwards I was shaking like a leaf and my mom said my face was flushed red. I am such a bad superhero if this is what gets me all adrenaline rushy.
I'm probably more of a Aquaman then Batman. Ah well.
I'll probably tell this story for years to come and every time I tell it, it will get more exaggerated until in the end I am wrestling a giant with three heads.
Except that today I was a shiny crime fighting hero! (Except not really, it's not like a I stopped a murder or something, but still ... I technically stopped a crime, so I am going to stick with this new label for myself)
So here's what happened:
I was out shopping with my parents and we walked into the Bruna, it's a store that sells magazines and books and has a build in post office. My mom was looking for Sudoku booklets and I was going through those little romance novels, snickering at the pictures in the front when the mean evil villain of the story pushes past me and my mum rather rudely.
And when I say mean evil villain, I mean little old lady ... yeah I would have loved to tell this story with like the Joker or Venom in the antagonist role, but sadly the criminal really was a little old lady.
Anyhow, cause she pushed past us without so much of a excuse me, I was side-eying her. Because of this I noticed that she put a magazine that she had picked up in her big purse. GASP. SHOCK. HORROR. Now I was shocked for a moment and not sure if I just saw what I saw.
She walked a little further to the comic section and started browsing again and I decided to watch her while pretending to still read my little romance novel. And sure enough I saw her do it again. Oh the humanity!
So I rush over to the register and tell the cashier what I just saw. She was all Craaaaap and rang for back up, only now the little old thief was beginning to walk out of the store. A male employee came out of the back and the cashier quickly told him what had happened, but by now the woman had left the store.
So I sprinted outside and the employee followed me, this little old lady was fast. She had turned into another street, but luckily I spotted her and we walked over together, me following behind just to make sure he got the right person.
He talked to her and she gave in so quickly that I was rather surprised. She just handed the magazines back and apologized. Thanks lady, I hoped you would have made a run for it, so I could like at least tackle you.
But nope, that was it.
We walked back to the store, where my parents, who had no idea what was going on, thought I had had a nervous breakdown and sprinted out of the store for shit and giggles or to chase a squirrel or something, and the cashiers thanked me.
Like you can see, this was really nothing. But nevertheless, afterwards I was shaking like a leaf and my mom said my face was flushed red. I am such a bad superhero if this is what gets me all adrenaline rushy.
I'm probably more of a Aquaman then Batman. Ah well.
I'll probably tell this story for years to come and every time I tell it, it will get more exaggerated until in the end I am wrestling a giant with three heads.