Poor hammer continued.....

The kid pitches my bag at the unknown hero's truck AND SMASH!!!! it hits his windsheild, flies open and then falls under his truck,he drags it and then it flips up behind the back tires and I see my $50 Swiss chasing hammer hit another car's hood and that's all she wrote.....he ran over it and the bag .....it broke the handle, but the head stayed attached to what was left of it (oh those Swiss and their commendably made tools) During this, the unknown hero has grabbed the kid,you can hear sirens(somebody called 911)and there's all kinds of people stopped in the street and me running and yelling like some escapee from the psycho ward(which by the way is just 2 blocks away)and if you look over, you can see the original kid (the butt smacker)heading on the bikelane into Juarez(probably laughing his ass off)
Somebody taps me on the shoulder(which brings me back to reality and PUNCH mode)and I scare the heck out of some teenage girl who is pointing to the street and asking "Miss?? what's that????" I look over and in the road are a ZILLION copper jump rings,GLITTERING in the spring sunshine.....like little jewels
be back soon (I Promise)