- There were two fleeting moments of confusion: first when he grabbed my laptop from under my fingers and took off racing out the coffee shop; and second, when it became clear that the license plate wasn't real.
"On Monday afternoon, at about 2pm, some bastard stole my laptop as I was typing on it.
It was wholly unexpected.
I was sat in a coffee shop I often go to in the afternoon to do some work and someone entered my vision from the right-hand side.
There was absolutely no hesitation on his part: he grabbed the laptop and immediately took off.
I only saw his back.
...we were on a main road in the heart of San Francisco.
Dozens of people were nearby.
...In truth, though, the most awful part of the whole experience was how everyone in the coffee shop, save two guys who came and talked to me afterwards, chose to ignore the whole thing and wouldn't even make eye contact afterwards.
Cowards, I muttered under my breath."