a little story.

Oct 29, 2006 23:04

So this weekend while preparing for the lovely Masquerade Ball, Maite and I had the great privelage of buying garbage bags for our haunted house (since we had already used 6,045 boxes and were in need of a good 77 more). The closest place possible was the CVS located on Granada (see: ghetto). When we got there, Maite decides parking would be difficult, so I suggested to just get dropped off in the front, simply get the garbage bags, and head on out. I wish I could say that's what happened.

I walked into the pharmacy, and hear someone on the speaker say "Security on aisle one, security." I laughed it off and thought it was just a small inspection, when all of a sudden some thug dodges out right next to me with all this food in his hand like "MOVE, MOVE" and every single employee runs after him.

So I'm there. In the store. Completely alone. After a while, the manager walks in with this bike, and I asked her what just happened and she responds with "Nothing." Right. So as I'm leaving, where is Maite? Nowhere to be found. I started panicing for a good whole minute and finally call her. Where was she? Hiding. And praying. Then she finally drives on by and picks me up.

A few moments later, we almost ran over the thug theif on his bike.

Edit: Haunted house crew:


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