We've been enjoying a visit from our good friends from England, RJ & Car (husband & wife). Royal served in the Royal Marines with RJ (he is still in) and the four of us have been through weddings, kids and Afghanistan together. The first week they were here was spent seeing the local sites as they are hoping to move to The States someday.
For whatever reason I'm always out of the vehicle first and waiting for everyone else. As I'm standing there looking back at my three compadres, a car screeches right next to me and speeds off down the parking lot. I simultaneously jump and turn towards the noise. There, almost right next to me, I see a nice looking lady in her early 50s. She's yelling "They took my keys! They stole my purse!"