So I was getting off of the bus to go home today, and I realized I must of left my wallet in there. I dropped my backback and started sprinting; however, it was a hundred yards away.
I started getting an angle to catch up with the bus by going through parking lots, and I thought I was going get to it because it was at a stoplight. Right as I was about to get to it, the light turned green and it got away.
I was fucking pissed.
I had left my backpack were I started sprinting, around 200 yards away. So I ran back so no one could take it, but from there I didn’t know what to do at first. On the run back I was thinking about just going home and getting it back some when I got back, but for some reason I needed to get it back as soon as I could.
My cellphone wasn’t on me at the time, so I couldn’t get a relative nearby to come pick me up. I started waving to passing cars to pick me up, and for awhile I thought no one would get me, but to my luck a red truck with a cute girl and her mom pulled over.
I told them that I needed to use their phone to call the metro transit system. The girl told me that I should get in and we should find the next bus stop, so I got in and we headed over to where the metro transit secretary person told us to go.
Once I got to the stop I told the woman driving the red truck she could leave if she wanted to and I got out to wait at the stop. She told me that she would be waiting in the walgreens parking lot. After waiting for five minutes the bus came on the other side of the road, I ran over there and looked around where I had sat: no wallet.
I asked the driver who had sat there, and he told me that there was a tan guy with curly hair who’d sat there and ran over to Walgreen’s. I started sprinting across the street and Cleared a 5 foot brick wall (that’s high for me, considering that I’m 5’7 with little jumping ability) and ran to walgreen’s.
Frantically, I asked the workers if they saw a curly haired tan guy, and they just gave me blank looks. I walked around and I saw him: tan, curly hair, american flag tank top, jean shorts and stringy body.
I thought, “That’s my guy” but I didn’t want to scare him off, so I approached him apprehensivly, “Did you just get off 445 D heading over to the transit station?” He says, “What? Yeah, so! What is this, an interrogation?” He walked off.
As he walked away I looked at the back of his cheesy ass jean shorts, and saw the bulge of my wallet. I approached him and said, “Look, I want to make sure I know you don’t have my wallet,” I continued and lied by saying, “I asked two other guys to show me what they had, so can you just empty your pockets?”
He flipped and stormed the other way. I looked around at the people staring at me, but then I shopper screamed, “I saw him leave a wallet in a bag!”
I ran over to the bag and found it, right there, in a cheap plastic Halloween bag. After checking to see if he took anything, which he didn’t, a store worker screamed, “He’s running away!” I ran outside and I saw him running, the cute girl was on the ground and said, “He pushed me!” So I started running.
But then, an old man who also saw him run said, “Get in my car.” I got in and we cornered him in the parking lot. I rolled down my window and said, "Come on man, the police are coming, just confess. I know you didn’t take anything, just confess and I’ll let you off the hook.
While he continues to storm away he yells, “I didn’t take a fucking wallet!” That’s when the cops came. After a half an hour of recapping with a cop whom I’ve ran into several times before for getting into accidents, they finally told me I could leave.
I just now got a ride back from the ladies in the red truck to my house, five minutes away from where all this occurred. I had to tell let out all of this adrenaline somehow, since nobodies home and I don’t have my cell to call friends. All I have to say is, that was pretty fun.