Mom Delivers Baby,
Stork Snatches Purse
Giving birth is a sufficiently laborious task that one might think keeping an eye on one’s purse would be the last thing on an expectant mother’s mind. But a Long Island City woman faced just that challenge at Lenox Hill Hospital on May 15-if not during labor, then shortly afterward.
She told police that at 3 p.m. that day, she’d decided to pay a visit to her newborn in the intensive-care unit. Aware that thieves are almost as common as IV’s in New York City hospitals, the woman actually placed her purse under a blanket in her room before departing.
But when she returned an hour later, the purse was gone. Soon her credit cards would be used to buy MetroCards and make purchases at Duane Reade. The victim potentially attributed the crime to the mixed blessing of room-sharing in maternity wards; she told the police her roommate was entertaining visitors when she left to see her baby, and that the cops might want to include them among the suspects.
Her Liz Claiborne purse contained, in addition to her credit cards, a $60 Anne Klein watch, a pair of $300 Chanel sunglasses and a $100 Sprint cell phone.
Among the Crime Blotter’s many pet peeves, one of the most egregious is the seemingly ever-increasing numbers of people with permits that allow them to ignore the alternate-side parking rules. Besides the fact that it’s undemocratic, it also forces street sweepers to go around the vehicles, making an already dirty city that much dirtier. Thus, there’s something salutary about being able to report the May 12 arrest of two men who were spotted by a savvy cop, one transferring his permit to the other at 6:39 p.m. To make matters worse, the permit was a fake.
The incident occurred in front of 160 East 65th Street, when the cop witnessed one of the men, aged 50, enter his parked vehicle, retrieve a forged N.Y.C. Department of Transportation parking permit and hand it to his 67-year-old friend.
When the defendants were stopped by the cop, the second man explained that he “found the permit on the street, kept it and then gave it to defendant #1″ to park at the same location.
The implication-that they weren’t to blame since they didn’t forge the document themselves-failed to impress the officer; both of them were charged with criminal possession of a forged instrument.
Should they desire to park there in the future, they’d better be driving a truck, since that particular stretch of East 65th Street is off limits to all but loading and unloading commercial vehicles every day of the week but Sunday.
Whoppers at Wendy’s
The mantra about the customer always being right apparently doesn’t apply at the Wendy’s at 1274 First Avenue, at least if a May 14 incident is any indication. A 37-year old-customer complained to the police that when she suffered what she considered inferior service at the fast-food establishment, she got no sympathy from a store crew team member-though she knew why. The woman confessed that, after complaining about the service at around 1:50 p.m., she threw food at the Wendy’s employee, a 25-year-old Brooklyn resident, hitting her squarely in the face.
The worker promptly retaliated, whacking the customer in the face-though allegedly with her fist rather than a Big Bacon Classic or a Garden Sensations Salad.
Both parties filed complaints at the 19th Precinct, but the interesting thing is that their respective accounts barely differed from each other, as is usually the case. The Wendy’s employee told the cops that the customer was indeed unhappy with the service and threw food at her, which prompted her to defend herself. Her story differed only in describing the nature of their bout-it involved wrestling, she claimed, instead of boxing. According to the employee’s account, fellow Wendy’s workers intervened to separate the two pugilists.
Both parties filed harassment complaints against the other, though neither wishes to prosecute for the moment.
There are those who would argue that the odds of getting lucky at a bar go up if you’re comatose. The only problem is, the next morning it’s hard to remember exactly who you picked up-which was the dilemma facing an East 68th Street gentleman on May 9.
The forgetful fellow met a young woman (well, actually he can’t remember if she was young or not-only that she was female) at a bar called Fuel at 359 Bowery around 4 a.m. They had a 20-minute conversation in the club that must’ve gone extremely well, because the next thing he remembered, he was sitting in a white motor vehicle with her, though he doesn’t know how he got in the car.
Lo and behold, when he rose to the surface the next time, he and the suspect were back in his apartment. Unfortunately, he never learned her name or what transpired between them overnight since, by the time he came to at 9:30 a.m. the next morning, she was long gone. So were two bank checks that she used to withdraw $500 from his account, as well as two bottles of Joy perfume and a Sephora manicure kit that he’d planned to give his mom for Mother’s Day.