as they were walking they were mumbling some words to each other, and i couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but all of a sudden the security guard slapped the thief real hard on his bare stomach. sounded just like a belly flop, and you could definitely hear it loud and clear. not sure where in the rent-a-cop manual it says to slap the suspect on their bare stomach for no good reason, but it definitely got the guy to shut up. it was certainly uncalled for.
they threw the guy on to the sidewalk, where there was now a crowd just watching them, and the thief just laid on the concrete, curled up on his side, and closed his eyes. his face was the quintessential picture of hopelessness.
in all likelihood, he was probably a homeless man who just wanted some money for food (or money for drugs, depending on your worldview). and as the cops arrived, searched and arrested him, which took an unusually long time considering we were literally across the street from the city's police headquarters, the man didn't say a word or move a muscle. it was probably one of the lowest points in his sad life. in the meantime, the security guard was just towering over him, chest puffed up and ego spraying everywhere, like he conquered mt. everest or took down a bull. ironically, that was probably one of the highest points in the security guard's life.
after we were done rubber necking and eating our ice cream, we went back to our luxury cars and drove to our nice luxury condos, driving right past the homeless thief and the hourly-wage rent-a-cop. without a care in the world.
not quite sure what i learned from that experience, but thought i shouldn't forget it.
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he's lucky all he got was a slap on the stomach. he would have been toast if he was in north korea. and you shouldn't feel bad. think of it this way...the homeless guy now gets food everyday and doesn't have to sleep out in the cold.
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