Thursday, Oct. 30, 2003 - 8:03 p.m.
So there we were, Brandy (who for security reasons will be known from here on out as "Consuella") and I, sitting in her car in the Moncion parking lot, plotting, planning. We had been planning this mission for a month. Staking out the scene, checking our escape routes. We had tried to accomplish this dangerous operation once before, kidnapping a man and forcing him to be our getaway driver, but we had to abort the mission before it could be completed. The man is now no longer with us, of course.
So there we were, counting the cars in the lot, waiting for the stillness we knew would be our cover. Finally, after minutes of scanning who was coming in and who was going out, our window of opportunity had come. I unbuckled my safety belt, hand ready at the door handle, as Consuella pulled the car around to the stop sign. The grocery store was to our left, our objective to the right and nothing but the car stood between us. With cat-like reflexes I leaped out of the car, leaving the door ajar, and grabbed the metal poles of our treasure with both hands. In a flash I had raised it from the ground, turned back to the car and had the door safetly closed behind me as Consuella sped away. Our hearts pounded as we rounded the corners back to my apartment. A month of careful planning had come to fruition. We had done it. We had beaten the system. We had thumbed our noses at the establishment and we were proud.
