My uncle, a work friend of his, and I traversed some kind of hotel labyrinth in order to meet the rest of my family at a restaurant. The carpet encompassing the entirety of the hotel, save for the vending machine, water fountain, and ice dispenser had a nice, vibrant pattern. We traversed the brightly lit, somewhat decorated turns and dips in the hallways, eventually deciding that an elevator would be warranted.
Ariake, a Japanese buffet restaurant is where the climax of this took place. As my family, uncle, and his acquaintances got in line and got our hand stamps someone among them mentioned that all the leftovers were placed directly front and center among the food in the hopes that someone would still take them. Hearing this, I went directly for the end of the line and decided to work back from there.
As I passed to the unoccupied end of the buffet isle, I passed by a caged oval of vegetable supplies. A sign reading "caution, world's biggest container of corn" was placed on the pet-crate like bars protecting the oval of corn and various other veggies.
Interestingly, a dozen kittens and parrots alike were using this pet cage domed oval as a jungle-gym, climbing all over in all directions.
Now finally at the supposedly good food, I stared down most of it with some disappointment. Grabbing a couple of breadsticks, I returned to my place in line at the other end. A somewhat awkward encounter of the cashier asking if I was already paid for ensued, which I leaned over to get my mom's attention for. She confirmed that I was indeed paid for and that there was a stamp on my hand to prove it.
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That's when an extremely thin, tall woman with a dirty blond bob blatantly reached for the wallet in my zippered pocket without warning and with a smile showing to all who watched. Both of us were right in front of the cashier too.
Surprisingly, force wasn't enough to pry her arm away from my either backpack or coat pocket. She was not giving up on the outline of a square she couldn't even see. I, as a guy, ended up suplexing the tall, thin woman unabashedly forcing her hand into my packet for the Mewtwo wallet. Reaching from behind and wrapping my arms around her torso, I launched myself into a backbend.
My legs were firmly in place; my lower back made a series of refreshing pops.
My opponent did not get off so lucky. Now both in a bridge position, but instead of holding the weight with my hands, the force was directly launched into my attempted thief's skull.
An audible "crunch" rang out with the "crack" and "dang" of the impact.
Visible just apart from her disheveled, dirty blond bob, the vertebrae of her neck, which was barely inches from my own face and bent too far forward, appeared with surrounding skin being bruised purple, pink, and red.
The seconds of still, tension filled silence is what I woke up to.