Today was such a day.
I managed to scratch and claw my way to a seat on the train, when some bumbling fool smacked into me hard enough to make me drop the book I was reading.
"Excuse me!" I barked "I believe that is mine."
"Hands off lady," he barked back. "That's mine."
I quickly realized he'd bumped me on purpose to get his paws on my book.
There's an increasing volume of "Is not!, is SO!" exchanged until we are crouched, inches from one another, reaching for instruments of violence. Mine a hat pin, his a menacing looking Evian bottle.
Someone must have panicked because soon there were transit police in the car, and bystanders told to move along and catch the next train.
The first officer grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, hoisted me off the floor and said "Lady, what the hell are you doing!"
I saw the Evian wielding book thief was receiving similar treatment.
"That man tried to steal my book!"
The officer looked down at the book which by now had skidded across the subway car and teetered precariously in the gap between car and platform.
"Rodriguez," the officer bellows "grab that book!"
The other transit officer unhands the book thief, grabs MY book and comes over to the cop still holding me by the scruff.
"This one?" he asks.
"That one," Officer Scruffy responds. "We're going to hold it for evidence."
"Evidence!" I shriek!
"Evidence!" the book thief shrieks!
"No!" we shriek in unison "It's MINE."
"Prove it" snarls Officer Scruffy.
Well of course, neither of us can. I'd opened the mailer in my office and tossed it. I'd just kept the book. I certainly hadn't written my name in it. I had no receipt from a bookstore.
Damn, damn damn.
Evian Man is equally unable to prove ownership, of course, thief that HE is.
And this is why, dear readers, my lovely beautiful ARC of the new Jack Reacher novel is being read by two very happy transit cops tonight instead of safely home with me, assuaging my sore throat and making me feel better.
Fortunately, I took a photo of it with my cell phone cam to comfort me in my hour of need.
Tomorrow, I march down to Police Plaza to find my book!You don't mess around with MY Reacher novel, no you certainly do NOT.


