Last Saturday night I called over to my local Sainsburys at about 8.15pm. so dark. As I was coming out I saw a lad swinging a massive trolley into the windows of Sainsburys then missing windows then twirling it round and round. There were two other lads watching him and 2 wee girls.
I just couldn't stop yelling at him to stop it, stop stop it. He kept twirling - I asked one of the girls about 16 - is he on drugs. Yes he is on MDMA? and I couldn't understand her think she said Anthropax.
Anyway I took my purse out pretending it was phone and camera and screamed at him "I am a cop and I'm taking your photo from my purse". I will contact my colleagues and produce this photo of you. He Kept twirling for another bit then stopped and pulled his hood over his face.
I got home and realised what a danger I could have put myself in. But I did it. But I did laugh to myself - calling myself a cop and contacting my colleagues. That was a laugh.
Wasn't that awful. I really couldn't stand that vandalism - just felt I had to holler something.
LOL! Jenny I know what you mean. I saw some teenagers shouting and goading a young lad with special needs outside the co-op. He was hunched up crying in the doorway. I went at them like a fish wife lol! I was in the car though!
I know what you are saying. There was a family in the next street and 4 children of 7 were blind.
The oldest were of an age of my own twin brothers who when the blind lads were being bullied anywhere - my brothers fought for them - often finding themselves into trouble. But they didn't care.
Many years ago in Liverpool, I saw a bloke chase this woman into a park, bring her to the ground and pin her down.
I ran to the scene and attempted to pull the guy off her and she looked up at me and in a Scouse accent screamed,
Jennyjoan, you did what a brave and decent citizen would or should do. Good for you. Civic responsibility for our own environment is or should be a common response. Saying that, putting yourself into a potentially threatening situation as a single female might have proved hazardous. Courage Mon brave. You’ve got it.
I came across a letter 1962 regarding my mother from a lady believe it or not was coming out of a Catholic mass and was being attacked outside on the bloody grounds by one man. My mother went flying over to him and got him off her. The lady was so terrified but went on home.
She found out my mother's address and sent a beautiful bunch of flowers and that letter that was written so profoundly ie saying that day Our Lady protected her when my mother saved her - so so poignant.
Some weeks later my mother had to go to an identity parade and of course he was there - hair brylcreemed and parted to the side. She picked him out told the police but nothing was ever done - so the law wasn't good then either.
My mother always kept the letter as I have.
Of course my brothers were going mad at mother interfering - she told them to mind their business.