I met Sam at her house in Cambridge around one and we walked to Harvard Square in hopes of finding something. We wandered into a bunch of different stores looking for anything they might like. We weren't having much luck, but it was a nice (cold) day and Harvard Square was all decked out for Christmas, so we were just wandering in and out of stores not really caring about the time or the fact we weren't finding anything.
At one point, we went into a shoe store thinking they might have scarves or something for the teachers. As we're walking in, I notice Sam isn't by my side. I turn around and the store owner is yelling at this man, saying "Get out of my store and never come back!" My first thought is that he's stolen something from the store, but when I look in his hands, I see Sam's wallet!! Sam is just standing there shocked and speechless. Thank goodness for the store owner's watchful eye because if it weren't for him, Sam's wallet would have been a goner.
I don't think Sam completely realized what was going on until about five minutes later when it hit her that she had been mugged. She said it just felt like her bag got caught on the corner of a table and all she felt was a little bit of resistance. Then, everything happened so fast she barely had time to react. When the store owner handed her her wallet, she could hardly mouth the words "thank you." Sadly, her first thought after realizing someone had tried to steal her wallet was "don't take my T pass!" It's the sign of a true Bostonian...or just a true City Year Corps Member. Who cares about her credit card or ID? All that really matters is that free T pass.
Needless to say, we were a little astounded by the turn of events. Somehow we managed to keep shopping and actually find gifts for our teachers (I hope Ms. Moulton likes earrings!). We went back to Sam's apartment to drink hot chocolate and recover from what turned out to be an eventful afternoon of Christmas shopping.
Our question for you all is...what is the proper thank you for someone who stops someone from pick pocketing you? Do we get the store owner chocolate? A thank you card? What is the correct gesture of thanks? Let us know!
At one point, we went into a shoe store thinking they might have scarves or something for the teachers. As we're walking in, I notice Sam isn't by my side. I turn around and the store owner is yelling at this man, saying "Get out of my store and never come back!" My first thought is that he's stolen something from the store, but when I look in his hands, I see Sam's wallet!! Sam is just standing there shocked and speechless. Thank goodness for the store owner's watchful eye because if it weren't for him, Sam's wallet would have been a goner.
I don't think Sam completely realized what was going on until about five minutes later when it hit her that she had been mugged. She said it just felt like her bag got caught on the corner of a table and all she felt was a little bit of resistance. Then, everything happened so fast she barely had time to react. When the store owner handed her her wallet, she could hardly mouth the words "thank you." Sadly, her first thought after realizing someone had tried to steal her wallet was "don't take my T pass!" It's the sign of a true Bostonian...or just a true City Year Corps Member. Who cares about her credit card or ID? All that really matters is that free T pass.
Needless to say, we were a little astounded by the turn of events. Somehow we managed to keep shopping and actually find gifts for our teachers (I hope Ms. Moulton likes earrings!). We went back to Sam's apartment to drink hot chocolate and recover from what turned out to be an eventful afternoon of Christmas shopping.
Our question for you all is...what is the proper thank you for someone who stops someone from pick pocketing you? Do we get the store owner chocolate? A thank you card? What is the correct gesture of thanks? Let us know!
Given your limited funds, I wouldn't spend money on a thank you. (Did you make any cookies that you could give her?) A thank you card would be very nice. (Welcome to the big city! I'll tell you my own similar stories when I see you.)
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