Today I had decided to go to the gym in the afternoon, which is something I never do because parking is a huge pain. I typically go at 5:00 a.m. while the meter trolls are still sleeping and the traffic isn't so bad. But this morning I only had time for a run and was behind in my lifting, so I returned to the gym at 3:00 to hit the weights.
After I finished at about 4:00, I headed outside to my car. I was parked on Boylston Street next to Copley Square, so I had to cross a big intersection to get there. As I approached the crosswalk I stopped to reply to a friend's text message. I managed to type "hey!", when suddenly I heard cries of "Stop him! Someone stop him!!"
I looked up to see a young guy running across the intersection with two guys chasing after him. A girl that was hysterically crying followed close behind. As the guy got closer to me I saw he was holding a Luis Vuitton bag that was spilling its contents as he ran. I realized he must have snatched it from the shrieking girl and when he got within 5 feet of me I moved to reach out and grab him. At the same time the two guys caught up to the guy and tackled him, so I quickly jumped back. I wasn't about to get involved in that! I was wearing my glasses, so with my luck I probably would have gotten thrown down and ended up smashing them.
One of the guys wrestled the purse away from the guy and handed it to the sobbing girl. Another person had picked up what fell out and returned it to her.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she sniffed. "I just can't believe that happened!"
"Me neither," I said.
The purse snatcher managed to break free from the two guys at the same time that a police officer came running over. The cop ran after the guy, grabbed him and tackled him into the planters outside of the Hancock building. Naturally I had to take pictures:
The girl talking to the officer was the victim. The guy on the left in the light blue shirt and the man directly in front of him were the ones who stopped the thief.
I've never witnessed a crime and arrest before in my life! (Unless you count that drunk retard from Halloween) Who knew Copley on a Thursday at 4:00 p.m. would be so... so COPS?!