The Takedown at Wal*Mart

Wal-Mart is a particularly menacing place lately. You think, how can Wal-Mart get more menacing? Here in Carlsbad they have only been utilizing about three checkers maximum at all hours of the day. Waiting forty five minutes to purchase your goods is no longer an exaggeration of weary shoppers, it is now the spot-on truth.



So anyway, Brian had just gotten through one of the offending forty-five minute waits. Anger curdled inside of him as his Wal-mart tolerance is low to begin with. As Brian was leaving the store he couldn't help but notice a young man walking out the door with a flat-panel TV hoisted on his shoulder. "Wait Sir!" creaked the feeble elderly greeter. This was the perfect opportunity for Brian to expel some built-up Wal-mart angst.



So off Brian went with his cart, pushing a heavy basket full of food and our three-year-old daughter Gwen, he resembled a Jamaican bobsledder. Adrenalin pumping through his veins. Flip-flops pounding into the black top. Blazing through the parking lot after the not-so-bright thief (what kind of thief has his getaway car and driver PARKED in the parking lot?).



"I'm Scared!" yelled Gwen who was buckled in the child's seat.



"No Gwen, It's FUN! We're getting a bad guy!"



Brian finally caught up to the thief and clipped him in the heels. A young man saw what was going on and arrived at the heel clipping just in time to catch the TV. The thief ran to the getaway car empty-handed, and as the getaway car backed out of its space for a speedy escape (sarcasm), I believe someone got the license plate number.



Brian the the other man had to wait a few minutes before any Wal-mart employees came out. When they did come out to retrieve the television, there was not so much as a thank you. But maybe Brian should be thanking them, he hasn't seen that much action since he hurled a screwdriver at his brother and it stuck in Colin's arm.