
Originally Posted by
need some sun
You see, a middle age man had swam into the beach, walked right over to he lounger, and was starting to unzip her bag. Michael came running from on side, I came running from the other, and Sheri and Jamie came in from the water. The dude had no where to run. He just pushed the bag back onto the lounger and stood up. I scanned him to see if he had taken anything, but he hadn't. Sheri came and checked the bag and everything was still in there. Michael sent the guy packing with a stern warning, "I don't want to see you on my beach again!". He was most defiantly a tourist / expat, mid 50's, heavy set, shoulder length white thinning hair, and he had a slight limp. The reason I'm telling you all this is because that is the closest any of us came to being robbed.