I am just "NYPD Blue"-ing it,like,
over benches, aroundpeople and I'm screaming like
a child, "that guy stole myphone!
"That guy stole my phone!"
Because it's New York,everyone just checks to make
sure they have their phone...and just keeps on walkin'.
A real sense of communitywe're building around here.
I was getting pretty close, Iwas getting really close to
this guy and that's when it hitme that I don't have a plan
which you run into alot being an impromptuvigilante like I was.
Honestly, I'm just naiveenough to think,
"well, maybe if I get close,he'll just appreciate
"the effort, you know?"
Hand it back to me likea baton in some
weird, sort of corrupt relayrace...
which is not so farfrom what happened.
I got my phone back bywhining about it.
I got my phone... I was chasingafter this guy way longer
than either of usanticipated.
And the words justcame out of my mouth:
"oh, come on, man,that's mine!"
which has never beenyelled to a thief before.
I even overheard a pigeongoing, "what a pussy."
And I don't know if Istruck a nerve with
this guy, if he had had a badday or,
as we were running, herealized we didn't even have
the same service provider...but he just stopped in his
tracks, turned around and asI stood there waiting to get
shot over a cell phone,
he tossed it back to meand goes, "my bad."
And then just casuallywalked away.
And "my bad, my..." Was thereever a debate about whose bad?
I love that he kind ofapologized.
It's great, so don't worry,New Yorkers: crime is on
the rise but so is politeness.