Huh?

Sometimes just getting through the day with everyone alive means I had a successful day. I wonder if I am just out of sorts because I missed a day of my prozac or if I'm still recovering from my adrenaline charged Saturday when I confronted the old man who stole my daughter's coins at the Fred Meyer deli. I am not sure what is more appalling: that my 7-year-old daughter's purse was emptied of all her saved coins or that it was done by an overweight, denture-wearing, unintelligible old man eating his chicken and Haggen-Daaz with his equally overweight, elderly wife. Thankfully someone saw the disheveled old man near our table and I screwed up enough courage to ask such a pathetically despicable person (whom I had already questioned twice to what he may have witnessed being so near our table) to return what he stole. He reluctantly stood and began to pull small handfuls of the jingling change from his front jean pocket. After repeated requests to return all of the coins, I turned to the woman who refused to look at me and asked her if she could help. Her response of, "I don't have any money," as she continued to eat her Haggen-Daaz ice cream bar amazed and disgusted me. Hot, angry tears filled my eyes, but I felt pity for these immoral, unethical cretins. Too many questions regarding their deplorable behavior will remain unanswered. What would possess a man to steal a couple of handfuls of miscellaneous change in United States, Chinese and Mexican currency as well as random souvenir coins from our family adventures? Maybe I'll see them again. Maybe I could photograph them and post their likeness in glorious digital detail on Facebook to be shared with the world, or at least all in Skagit County. Maybe.