Grace Winslow froze for a moment, then realized she was being robbed by a snatch-and-grab thief.
'What rotten luck,' she thought. 'To run into something like this right after leaving the post office.'
The man had clearly been watching from nearby. He knew she had withdrawn money and came for her immediately.
His target was clear.
The moment Grace registered what was happening, she planted her feet in a horse stance.
The thief was on a bicycle, and despite yanking with all his might, he couldn't budge her.
It seemed Grace's recent training had paid off.
She gripped the strap of her bag, gave it a sharp tug, and pulled the man right off his bicycle.
The man hit the ground hard and rolled twice, his hand instinctively letting go of Grace's bag.
Grace walked over and planted her foot on his chest. "You've got some nerve, robbing someone in broad daylight."
