A lady walked past my table at lunch with her dress tucked into the back of her skirt.

My first reaction was to mind my business, but I figured I should tell her. I got up and moved fast to catch her before she embarrassed herself in front of her date. (I assumed because he had flowers.)

I tapped her on the shoulder, trying not to startle her.

Excuse me, your skirt.

I pointed down at her mistake. Shock and embarrassment flooded her face as she adjusted herself.

She thanked me and began explaining how karma must be biting her in the ass.

I asked

What to do you mean? We all do things that are embarrassing sometimes. Why would Karma care?

She told me that she was on a date with a guy she met online, two weeks ago, and that he was trying to propose to her. As she was explaining this story to me she reached into her purse and handed me what looked like a zip drive. Then without saying another word ran back into the bathroom. I looked behind me to see what she was running from. It was her date.

As he sprinted towards me I could see him shouting into his wrist. His badge was now in my face as he pointed his gun at me yelling

GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!!

to be continued...