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Here is a little story of what happened to me last Friday.
I stopped beside the Union Station to have a smoke before entering my work, which is a short distance away. I have been doing this for years. The side of the Union Station, where I stop, is away from street traffic and there are 2 picnic tables set out. The side of the building has 2 security doors which are always locked and I have never seen anyone come in or go out of those doors.
As per usual, I set my bag on the picnic table (after clearing the snow from it) and lit a smoke. I am downtown so I am never too far from my bookbag. I looked away for no more than 5 seconds and eyed my bag from the corner of my eye. It was gone. Shock immediately slammed into me and, when looking up, I saw a guy with my bag entering through the security door. I hollered loudly "Hey! That's my bag!". But he kept going. I ran to the door and tried to catch it before it shut but was a split second too late. I saw the man through the glass door (reinforced glass, the kind with the little squares of wire running through) and started pounding on the door and repeating in a loud yell "That's my bag!!!". He kept going and did not look around. Right then I knew it wasn't maintenance or a mix up...it was theft. Rather than pounding on the door I started punching it really hard. Maybe I might break the glass but I didn't care. It was then that he turned around and looked me in the eye and smiled, then exited through another door.
I punched the door a few more times in vain, pumped up on adrenalin by now. I raced around to the front of the building and entered through the public access. There is a security booth just inside and it was completely empty. No one in sight. I saw a janitor and raced over to him quickly explaining what happened and asked how I could get to the south side of the building. He told me the basement and ran with me to show me the way.
I started bounding down the steps, leaving the janitor in the dust, and turned down this very long hallway. At the bottom of the stairs I noticed a hasp jimmied from a closet and a door kicked in. While running I was looking high and low and this way and that way. It was quite a maze down there. After about 5 minutes of searching I turned a corner and ran into three beefy security guards and one of them said to me "Are you the man with the bag?". I told him yes and he said they saw me on the security camera. He said "Come with me.". I wasn't sure why, was it because of my punching the door or did they have more information. He took me around a few corners and into a back room bathroom with a sink and a toilet. My bag was there sitting on a sink. After a quick review I determined that the bag was untouched and everything was intact. I was really only worried about my coffee cup (oh...and my work laptop I guess). There were a bunch of dropped ceiling tiles above the toilet and I took a few steps back asking if the thief may be hiding up there. He said that he thought the same thing and had already looked and it was clear. I asked the guy if I could grab my bag and head off. He took a quick pic and got my details and I went to the office.
On the way to work I finally noticed a throbbing pain in my hand and took (peeled) my glove off. My hand was super swollen and purple. I related my tale to my boss and a few colleagues when I received a call from the Union Station asking if I could come over and make an ID. I went right over and they caught the guy. I said "You're the one!" and pointed at him. Then I shook my finger at him and said "You shouldn't steal!" (I blame that on shock).
From when my bag was stolen until it was retrieved happened between 8:01am and 8:23am. If I hadn't pursued the issue I wonder if I would have ever seen my bag again. The swelling in my hand went down over the weekend but it is still purply. Like the song says..."One fist of Iron and the other of Ripe Peach.".
I stopped beside the Union Station to have a smoke before entering my work, which is a short distance away. I have been doing this for years. The side of the Union Station, where I stop, is away from street traffic and there are 2 picnic tables set out. The side of the building has 2 security doors which are always locked and I have never seen anyone come in or go out of those doors.
As per usual, I set my bag on the picnic table (after clearing the snow from it) and lit a smoke. I am downtown so I am never too far from my bookbag. I looked away for no more than 5 seconds and eyed my bag from the corner of my eye. It was gone. Shock immediately slammed into me and, when looking up, I saw a guy with my bag entering through the security door. I hollered loudly "Hey! That's my bag!". But he kept going. I ran to the door and tried to catch it before it shut but was a split second too late. I saw the man through the glass door (reinforced glass, the kind with the little squares of wire running through) and started pounding on the door and repeating in a loud yell "That's my bag!!!". He kept going and did not look around. Right then I knew it wasn't maintenance or a mix up...it was theft. Rather than pounding on the door I started punching it really hard. Maybe I might break the glass but I didn't care. It was then that he turned around and looked me in the eye and smiled, then exited through another door.
I punched the door a few more times in vain, pumped up on adrenalin by now. I raced around to the front of the building and entered through the public access. There is a security booth just inside and it was completely empty. No one in sight. I saw a janitor and raced over to him quickly explaining what happened and asked how I could get to the south side of the building. He told me the basement and ran with me to show me the way.
I started bounding down the steps, leaving the janitor in the dust, and turned down this very long hallway. At the bottom of the stairs I noticed a hasp jimmied from a closet and a door kicked in. While running I was looking high and low and this way and that way. It was quite a maze down there. After about 5 minutes of searching I turned a corner and ran into three beefy security guards and one of them said to me "Are you the man with the bag?". I told him yes and he said they saw me on the security camera. He said "Come with me.". I wasn't sure why, was it because of my punching the door or did they have more information. He took me around a few corners and into a back room bathroom with a sink and a toilet. My bag was there sitting on a sink. After a quick review I determined that the bag was untouched and everything was intact. I was really only worried about my coffee cup (oh...and my work laptop I guess). There were a bunch of dropped ceiling tiles above the toilet and I took a few steps back asking if the thief may be hiding up there. He said that he thought the same thing and had already looked and it was clear. I asked the guy if I could grab my bag and head off. He took a quick pic and got my details and I went to the office.
On the way to work I finally noticed a throbbing pain in my hand and took (peeled) my glove off. My hand was super swollen and purple. I related my tale to my boss and a few colleagues when I received a call from the Union Station asking if I could come over and make an ID. I went right over and they caught the guy. I said "You're the one!" and pointed at him. Then I shook my finger at him and said "You shouldn't steal!" (I blame that on shock).
From when my bag was stolen until it was retrieved happened between 8:01am and 8:23am. If I hadn't pursued the issue I wonder if I would have ever seen my bag again. The swelling in my hand went down over the weekend but it is still purply. Like the song says..."One fist of Iron and the other of Ripe Peach.".
Here is a little story of what happened to me last Friday.
I stopped beside the Union Station to have a smoke before entering my work, which is a short distance away. I have been doing this for years. The side of the Union Station, where I stop, is away from street traffic and there are 2 picnic tables set out. The side of the building has 2 security doors which are always locked and I have never seen anyone come in or go out of those doors.
As per usual, I set my bag on the picnic table (after clearing the snow from it) and lit a smoke. I am downtown so I am never too far from my bookbag. I looked away for no more than 5 seconds and eyed my bag from the corner of my eye. It was gone. Shock immediately slammed into me and, when looking up, I saw a guy with my bag entering through the security door. I hollered loudly "Hey! That's my bag!". But he kept going. I ran to the door and tried to catch it before it shut but was a split second too late. I saw the man through the glass door (reinforced glass, the kind with the little squares of wire running through) and started pounding on the door and repeating in a loud yell "That's my bag!!!". He kept going and did not look around. Right then I knew it wasn't maintenance or a mix up...it was theft. Rather than pounding on the door I started punching it really hard. Maybe I might break the glass but I didn't care. It was then that he turned around and looked me in the eye and smiled, then exited through another door.
I punched the door a few more times in vain, pumped up on adrenalin by now. I raced around to the front of the building and entered through the public access. There is a security booth just inside and it was completely empty. No one in sight. I saw a janitor and raced over to him quickly explaining what happened and asked how I could get to the south side of the building. He told me the basement and ran with me to show me the way.
I started bounding down the steps, leaving the janitor in the dust, and turned down this very long hallway. At the bottom of the stairs I noticed a hasp jimmied from a closet and a door kicked in. While running I was looking high and low and this way and that way. It was quite a maze down there. After about 5 minutes of searching I turned a corner and ran into three beefy security guards and one of them said to me "Are you the man with the bag?". I told him yes and he said they saw me on the security camera. He said "Come with me.". I wasn't sure why, was it because of my punching the door or did they have more information. He took me around a few corners and into a back room bathroom with a sink and a toilet. My bag was there sitting on a sink. After a quick review I determined that the bag was untouched and everything was intact. I was really only worried about my coffee cup (oh...and my work laptop I guess). There were a bunch of dropped ceiling tiles above the toilet and I took a few steps back asking if the thief may be hiding up there. He said that he thought the same thing and had already looked and it was clear. I asked the guy if I could grab my bag and head off. He took a quick pic and got my details and I went to the office.
On the way to work I finally noticed a throbbing pain in my hand and took (peeled) my glove off. My hand was super swollen and purple. I related my tale to my boss and a few colleagues when I received a call from the Union Station asking if I could come over and make an ID. I went right over and they caught the guy. I said "You're the one!" and pointed at him. Then I shook my finger at him and said "You shouldn't steal!" (I blame that on shock).
From when my bag was stolen until it was retrieved happened between 8:01am and 8:23am. If I hadn't pursued the issue I wonder if I would have ever seen my bag again. The swelling in my hand went down over the weekend but it is still purply. Like the song says..."One fist of Iron and the other of Ripe Peach.".
Healing vibes for the hand/ and thankful you are safe and have your bag. Hope the law will deal with the thief!! May this Friday be a much better day for you. Please be safe!
Okay, you realize those two conversations you quoted were totally separate things?
She has a great brain and therefore probably wouldn't want to be anywhere within 500 miles from me.
Oh my gosh! How did he get in the building in the first place? I'm glad the beefy security guards saw what happened and pursued him! And I'm glad you got your stuff back. Such an unsettling feeling!Here is a little story of what happened to me last Friday.
I stopped beside the Union Station to have a smoke before entering my work, which is a short distance away. I have been doing this for years. The side of the Union Station, where I stop, is away from street traffic and there are 2 picnic tables set out. The side of the building has 2 security doors which are always locked and I have never seen anyone come in or go out of those doors.
As per usual, I set my bag on the picnic table (after clearing the snow from it) and lit a smoke. I am downtown so I am never too far from my bookbag. I looked away for no more than 5 seconds and eyed my bag from the corner of my eye. It was gone. Shock immediately slammed into me and, when looking up, I saw a guy with my bag entering through the security door. I hollered loudly "Hey! That's my bag!". But he kept going. I ran to the door and tried to catch it before it shut but was a split second too late. I saw the man through the glass door (reinforced glass, the kind with the little squares of wire running through) and started pounding on the door and repeating in a loud yell "That's my bag!!!". He kept going and did not look around. Right then I knew it wasn't maintenance or a mix up...it was theft. Rather than pounding on the door I started punching it really hard. Maybe I might break the glass but I didn't care. It was then that he turned around and looked me in the eye and smiled, then exited through another door.
I punched the door a few more times in vain, pumped up on adrenalin by now. I raced around to the front of the building and entered through the public access. There is a security booth just inside and it was completely empty. No one in sight. I saw a janitor and raced over to him quickly explaining what happened and asked how I could get to the south side of the building. He told me the basement and ran with me to show me the way.
I started bounding down the steps, leaving the janitor in the dust, and turned down this very long hallway. At the bottom of the stairs I noticed a hasp jimmied from a closet and a door kicked in. While running I was looking high and low and this way and that way. It was quite a maze down there. After about 5 minutes of searching I turned a corner and ran into three beefy security guards and one of them said to me "Are you the man with the bag?". I told him yes and he said they saw me on the security camera. He said "Come with me.". I wasn't sure why, was it because of my punching the door or did they have more information. He took me around a few corners and into a back room bathroom with a sink and a toilet. My bag was there sitting on a sink. After a quick review I determined that the bag was untouched and everything was intact. I was really only worried about my coffee cup (oh...and my work laptop I guess). There were a bunch of dropped ceiling tiles above the toilet and I took a few steps back asking if the thief may be hiding up there. He said that he thought the same thing and had already looked and it was clear. I asked the guy if I could grab my bag and head off. He took a quick pic and got my details and I went to the office.
On the way to work I finally noticed a throbbing pain in my hand and took (peeled) my glove off. My hand was super swollen and purple. I related my tale to my boss and a few colleagues when I received a call from the Union Station asking if I could come over and make an ID. I went right over and they caught the guy. I said "You're the one!" and pointed at him. Then I shook my finger at him and said "You shouldn't steal!" (I blame that on shock).
From when my bag was stolen until it was retrieved happened between 8:01am and 8:23am. If I hadn't pursued the issue I wonder if I would have ever seen my bag again. The swelling in my hand went down over the weekend but it is still purply. Like the song says..."One fist of Iron and the other of Ripe Peach.".
Very sorry for your loss. (((Blake and family)))
Dang, mal! That's quite a tale! Glad you are ok and got your bag back. Healing vibes for your hand!Here is a little story of what happened to me last Friday.
I stopped beside the Union Station to have a smoke before entering my work, which is a short distance away. I have been doing this for years. The side of the Union Station, where I stop, is away from street traffic and there are 2 picnic tables set out. The side of the building has 2 security doors which are always locked and I have never seen anyone come in or go out of those doors.
As per usual, I set my bag on the picnic table (after clearing the snow from it) and lit a smoke. I am downtown so I am never too far from my bookbag. I looked away for no more than 5 seconds and eyed my bag from the corner of my eye. It was gone. Shock immediately slammed into me and, when looking up, I saw a guy with my bag entering through the security door. I hollered loudly "Hey! That's my bag!". But he kept going. I ran to the door and tried to catch it before it shut but was a split second too late. I saw the man through the glass door (reinforced glass, the kind with the little squares of wire running through) and started pounding on the door and repeating in a loud yell "That's my bag!!!". He kept going and did not look around. Right then I knew it wasn't maintenance or a mix up...it was theft. Rather than pounding on the door I started punching it really hard. Maybe I might break the glass but I didn't care. It was then that he turned around and looked me in the eye and smiled, then exited through another door.
I punched the door a few more times in vain, pumped up on adrenalin by now. I raced around to the front of the building and entered through the public access. There is a security booth just inside and it was completely empty. No one in sight. I saw a janitor and raced over to him quickly explaining what happened and asked how I could get to the south side of the building. He told me the basement and ran with me to show me the way.
I started bounding down the steps, leaving the janitor in the dust, and turned down this very long hallway. At the bottom of the stairs I noticed a hasp jimmied from a closet and a door kicked in. While running I was looking high and low and this way and that way. It was quite a maze down there. After about 5 minutes of searching I turned a corner and ran into three beefy security guards and one of them said to me "Are you the man with the bag?". I told him yes and he said they saw me on the security camera. He said "Come with me.". I wasn't sure why, was it because of my punching the door or did they have more information. He took me around a few corners and into a back room bathroom with a sink and a toilet. My bag was there sitting on a sink. After a quick review I determined that the bag was untouched and everything was intact. I was really only worried about my coffee cup (oh...and my work laptop I guess). There were a bunch of dropped ceiling tiles above the toilet and I took a few steps back asking if the thief may be hiding up there. He said that he thought the same thing and had already looked and it was clear. I asked the guy if I could grab my bag and head off. He took a quick pic and got my details and I went to the office.
On the way to work I finally noticed a throbbing pain in my hand and took (peeled) my glove off. My hand was super swollen and purple. I related my tale to my boss and a few colleagues when I received a call from the Union Station asking if I could come over and make an ID. I went right over and they caught the guy. I said "You're the one!" and pointed at him. Then I shook my finger at him and said "You shouldn't steal!" (I blame that on shock).
From when my bag was stolen until it was retrieved happened between 8:01am and 8:23am. If I hadn't pursued the issue I wonder if I would have ever seen my bag again. The swelling in my hand went down over the weekend but it is still purply. Like the song says..."One fist of Iron and the other of Ripe Peach.".
Sorry for your loss.
Get better Patient Zero.He ain't really gone. Just distracted by shiny new good smelling things. He will always need his momma. Been through it three times as a daddy now. When they come back from college they ask me for money and hug their mother.
When they get older don't really ask for anything when they come, unless a car needs fixing, but STILL hug their mother!
GEESH!
Also sorry you are sick. Get better soon. Somebody has to start those vehicle and get them warmed up...
And this is a lesson to not get complacent about our surroundings! How many of us are so familiar with routine and feel safe enough to set our bag down? all the time!
Just a tip for women and men -- with purses, backpacks, bags, brief cases:
When you go to the grocery store and shop, how many of you set your above item in the kid seat of the shopping cart? And then shop? Looking at shelves, bending down, walking away even just a few steps?
Like mal, your bag could be stolen in a split second. From now on, when you set it in the cart, snap the child safety strap through the loops. That way, if someone tried to grab your bag and run, they would be trying to drag a shopping cart too. Chances are they will let go and not stop to unsnap your bag.
Plus, they wouldn't have time when I leap on their back like a rabid Licker! (Resident Evil people will know what I'm saying.)
We are a Go!!
I hope it is easy on Marti and everything goes well and according to plan. I am a nervous ninny this morning.
She's going to do great! I'm so excited for you and everyone. I love babies.We are a Go!!
I hope it is easy on Marti and everything goes well and according to plan. I am a nervous ninny this morning.
As I always say, quoting Melanie from Gone With the Wind:
"The happiest days are when babies come!"
Thoughts and prayers on the way that it is an easy/quick delivery and you'll soon be holding that new grandbaby!We are a Go!!
I hope it is easy on Marti and everything goes well and according to plan. I am a nervous ninny this morning.
All good vibes and best wishes!!! ♥We are a Go!!
I hope it is easy on Marti and everything goes well and according to plan. I am a nervous ninny this morning.
Calming vibes for you. May it be a quick and easy delivery.We are a Go!!
I hope it is easy on Marti and everything goes well and according to plan. I am a nervous ninny this morning.
Excited for all!! Keep us posted!We are a Go!!
I hope it is easy on Marti and everything goes well and according to plan. I am a nervous ninny this morning.
Brandon just texted...
Nurses just went through all the checks and started another iv to get the ball going. And she's at a three
Nurses just went through all the checks and started another iv to get the ball going. And she's at a three
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