I have attempted trying to type the story of what happened Friday night at our local Santa Monica bowling alley, but it ends up being a LONG, LONG story, instead of what I would like to keep short. Basically when I wasn't paying attention, a 16ish year old girl in the lane next to ours, stole my camera which was sitting on one of our chairs in the 2 lanes we were using. Luckily my friend Brad was paying attention and after a series of questions and lots of denial from the 2 teenage girls (who were in a group of 3 girls and 3 guys), we got the manager involved. More denial and bogus statements that didn't match up and then I just said, "If you really didn't take it and you are innocent, you wouldn't mind emptying your purse to prove it. I just want my camera back, that is all." Of course the comment from her went something like, "I don't have your camera." and her friend chimed in and said, "She doesn't have it and you can't make her open her purse." Meanwhile, the rest of her friends remained silent and stunned and had no real idea what was going on. The girl was holding a cake, which I gladly removed from her hands so she wouldn't smash it in my face, and also hoping that would free up her hands to open up her Louis Vuitton handbag. I told her again that all I wanted was my camera back, to which she said I don't have to deal with this, and give me back my cake. So they tried to leave, and the manager looked at me and said there's nothing he can do. Cap'n told the manager that he was calling the police, and I ran into the parking lot to get the security guard. (see this is long-sorry). It felt like I was in a movie, because when I turned around, the manager was speaking to the girl right inside the bowling alley, and the next thing I know I am standing next to her as she pulls my camera out of her little white zippered bag in her purse. She hands it to me and says, "I'm really sorry to put you through this." I told her thanks and I appreciate getting my camera back. I was about to just walk away and then I thought, you know- this girl is so cute and anyway, I told her that she is too cute and too young and that she doesn't need to be doing stuff like this. I told her that she could be a better person, and thanks for giving it back. I walked back to our lanes in a daze just in shock that all that had just happened. SO AFTERWARDS a lot became clear because we had the chance to talk about it and figured out that she actually sat in our chair (the one next to the one my camera was on) and leaned back to put her shoes on. Brad made eye contact with her, and she looked away. It was his turn to bowl, and when he was done he came back to find the camera gone. The manager was soo cool and collected and he told the girl that she had 2 choices- either the police were going to come, or she could open up her purse to only him and he would tell us that she didn't have the camera. Anyway, my heart still races as I type this because the situation was so surreal. Also when I came back with my camera, the group who was next to them said, "Unbelievable". So I talked to them about how the whole thing played out and one of the girls said, "You handled it much better than I would have. We're happy you got it back." Cap'n also said that one of the guys who was with the "thief" apologized to him and said, "Man, I'm really sorry, we really had no idea." Cap'n told him, "Choose your friends more wisely." I know there's a fabulous lesson in all of this for all of us...
Thanks for reading my rambling and I really try and only blog about happy good things, but I think this story had a happy ending and hopefully the girl just made a stupid mistake one time and she's learned her lesson.
On a lighter note, I am loving the song, Hey There Delilah and if you do too, you can read all about the inspiration here.
This photo makes me happy and we need to use this design for a women's tee. Photo by the lovely Tara Whitney
Also my perfume oil of choice makes me and everyone who is around me happy. It's a funny thing, because 4 years ago when I smelled it on a make up artist while working on a styling job in LA, she refused to tell me what it was. I was living in Atlanta at the time and I couldn't understand this strange thing of not sharing yummy information. She was afraid of me smelling similar to her 3000 miles away? So on the 3rd day of the shoot, after much coaxing from me and the production coordinator, she told us it was Miss Marisa and ever since then I have had this little bottle in my purse wherever I go. I prefer the tropical one in the summer and then back to the original in the winter :)