So my sis treated me to an afternoon out and lunch on Wednesday.
As we were ready to leave the restaurant, a fellow about 45 flew out the door, young server close on his heels. "Open your knapsack!"
"You stole a bottle of wine, open your sack!"
He hopped on a bike and was gone with the wind.
All this transpired in about 15 seconds. All I could think of is "Get a description." They were calling 911 as he rode away.
Guess what I noticed most? He had rolled work grey socks down over his boots!