EPTNow, before you read the story, please understand that I am not a very descriptive person and there will be few of that here.
I had just come out of the new Flushing mall with BJ's and a Best Buy after buying a new pair of shoes and was at the Roosevelt Ave Dunkin Donuts to try their new "Iced Apple Cider" (it tastes bad, btw). I just paid for my drink, got my drink, and was stuffing my shoes in my bag when I noticed that my wallet was missing. Behind me was a black girl getting her iced tea, and in front two white ladies sitting on the only 2 chairs. For a few minutes, I was frantically looking for it and it was nowhere to be found. I check my bag, check the counter, nothing. The ladies were suggesting calling the police and have them look at the camera. The workers had a little trouble servicing subsequent customers. At this point, I drank my apple cider in one shot to try and calm myself down.
Suddenly, one of the workers there noticed a big bulge in the back of the black lady's pants. All this time, she was just coolly talking to her friend on the phone, pretending nothing happened. So I looked over, saw my wallet between her jeans and her butt, and just swiped it out of there (she had my wallet, I don't care if she's a girl). I was in such a haze at this point that I would've forgotten to check the contents of my wallet had not one of the white ladies tell me to do so. So, after a quick check of the wallet's contents to see that everything was there, I said thank you to everybody there. The white ladies were asking me, "Aren't you going to call the police?" I just wanted to get out of there.
So I bolted out, walked over to Cybercraft, and wrote this blog.
In hindsight, I should've called the police right then and there. I was in Precinct 109, and I know one of the cops who work there. That bitch deserved to be arrested, but it was the first time this happened to me and I was too shocked to think straight.
Edit: Post-event analysis.
I was wearing shorts at the time, and I always keep my things in the front pockets. Shorts have shallow pockets.
I may also have left it at the counter without knowing about it (just maybe).
I already wrote that I should've called the police in hindsight, but by then it was too late. It's a good mental note to keep for next time (if there is).
Yes, the title is a bit misleading. maybe the title should've had quotation marks around the word "lost" at least. I was still in a bit of a haze when I wrote this blog.
