I am a “Purse Snatchin’ Bandito” or, at least thats what the officer thought I might be…
It was a beautiful August afternoon. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was walking to my truck carrying the girly’s purse. My reasoning was simple. She asked me to.
We were at Snoqualmie Falls and were about to take a small hike down to the bottom of the falls to enjoy the river and the sun. She had been wearing her flip-flops, was carrying her purse, and preferred to wear real shoes, and not have to carry aforementioned purse. She kindly asked me to exchange the purse and the flip-flops with the shoes she left in my truck. So I did.
The walk back to the parking lot was relatively uneventful until I was about 15 feet from my truck when a policeman stopped me, and asked me why I was carrying said purse.
I told him my story, but “because we have a lot of thefts in this area” he decided to be extra sure and check my id, and check her id from said purse to confirm my story. After calling in my id, and talking with me for a minute, “because I know some guys like to carry a purse, but I just wanted to be sure.” He let me go about my buisness.
I placed the purse in my truck, got her shoes, and went back with a marvelous story to be laughed at over for the rest of the afternoon.
The moral of the story. Please Kids, don’t be a “Purse Snatchin’ Bandito.”