- I guess I will start the new year out with what I will call an attempt on my life since I feel hunted all the time anyway. Tonight my husband foiled a robbery attempt at our deli/market. The scary thing is my four year old was in the back the whole time on the computer playing hotwheels games. The funny thing is it all really belongs in a police blotter. The best thing is our totally rockin kick ass local police officer Mike Cuccinelli and his gang responded to the call. Let me tell you about Mike. He is one hot fella. Whew! I'm blushing. Okay, he has an imposing stature (6'4"), with a broad chest and muscular arms to go with it. A beautiful smiling face, I think he would have brown hair if he had any, light colored eyes and he is so nice you'd think he was from the Southern U.S. but he is not, he's from New Jersey. The first time I met him, I'm sure I tried to hook him up with one of my many sisters, but I cant remember if he is married or not. And get this, he gives hugs. Oh yeah, being hugged by a big strong man just feels good. Even to a man it must feel good which reminds me of the time he hugged my husband. Cooch used to come by during the many painful months we were opening the store. One day we were stocking for our opening and I looked over and I my husband was engulfed by Mike's arms. My husband is a 6', lithe man around 160 lbs. Cooch is huge and it just looked histerical.
- So tonight, after the attempted robbery, who gets a hug? Me.
- The robbery: my version; I was cleaning the store, specifically the coffee pots, emptying out the rest of the delicious Counter Culture and Dilworth coffee's we sell. Some young stupid ass bitch (5'9', female, black, 16 yr old) entered the store and stood by the door, not really going for any product in particular, she seemed uncertain. My husband, witty man he is , likes to throw people off by going up and talking to them so he engages her in conversation (hey, how are you, what are you looking for, what are you doing tonight). She hesitated a moment then I heard her say "do you know why I'm really here?" and my ears perked up. I put the coffee pot down and walked toward my husband and her. The next thing I know my husband has his gun out pointing it at her saying "get your hands out of your pocket, get on the floor etc." and told me to call 911. He cocked the trigger, I said be careful. As usual, the 911 operater seems to transpose my words and asked if my husband was robbing the store. I hung up, not because I was mad, i didnt know what to do. So I called 911 back. I got a different person and things went as expected until the police got there. They put the girl in the car and took the gun, and apprehended her boyfriend who had been outside the store the whole time and waited until the cops got there to run. I found out the girl had asked my husband to get behind the counter and that is when he pulled out his gun and he saw she had a gun in her jacket pocket and he started giving orders.
- I debriefed myself after the incident. What did I do wrong? What can I do better next time? I stepped in front of the girl when she was on the ground, she could have knocked me down. I will not do that again. I could'vd locked the door a little quicker. I will learn to download the security video. And kudos to me for marrying a smart man that can protect me.
