A Trusting Soul

I was leaving the restaurant after having lunch with my best friend the other day when a woman, who had followed us out the door laden with to-go bags, stood in the surface-of-the-sun midday heat of Texas trying to juggle the bags with one hand and her purse with another.

I started to get in my car when I noticed she was in some distress.

“Can you help me?” she asked.

I shut the car door and walked over to her.

“I can’t find my keys.  Can you just pull my purse open and stick your hand in there and see if you can find them?” she asked, the sweat pouring off her brow (and mine now, we had after all been in the sun for 30 seconds).

I did as she asked finding the keys immediately and all the while wondering what the hell she was thinking.

I’m no thief, but if I were I could in that moment have reached into her purse and taken her wallet and her keys and been gone in an instant.

I’m so jaded.

I’m also stupid, because it wasn’t until after I got in and started my car that I remembered something.  The same something that made a total stranger feel comfortable letting another total stranger rummage through her purse.

The table we’d passed on the way out, with eight cops sitting there eating lunch.

This is just one more reason I can’t be a criminal.  I got no game.

Posted on August 13, 2012, in Guess You Had to Be There, Stupid Human Tricks and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. This reminds me (in a twisted way I suppose, since you did NOT in fact behave criminally) of the nut who entered the gun store waving around a firearm trying to rob the place. Before he’d taken more than a few steps every person in the place had a gun out and pointed at him. Including the two uniformed officers whose black and white unit was parked right outside. There’s an individual who shouldn’t be allowed to procreate if I ever saw one!

  2. Maybe it was a setup and the cops were in on it. Glad you passed!


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