Victoria’s Secret’s “Very Sexy” bra collection is flying off the shelves. Unfortunately, not everybody is paying for the push-up, padded, embroidered and bejeweled bodices. And by the way, “Very Sexy” is a registered trademark; it’s not simply a description of the garments given to police after a thief visited the store on Nov. 19 and absconded with enough corsets to open a competing lingerie shop down the block.
A Victoria’s employee informed the cops that unknown suspects visited the chain’s 1240 Third Avenue location at around 4 p.m. and removed property from no fewer than 12 drawers on the sales floor.
The thieves may have felt emboldened not only after visiting the sensuous Victoria’s Secret Web site (my personal favorite item in the “Very Sexy” online collection is the $58 Flyaway Mesh Babydoll), but also because there was no security guard on duty. A closed-circuit camera was apparently operating, but a store employee was having trouble with the playback.
In all, the thief (or thieves) took 280 bras valued at $12,960.
While crooks rarely observe the rules of polite behavior, you’d think there were some crimes that so threaten the social fabric that even degenerates would bug off—like mugging a kid while he’s walking along the street with his baby-sitter.
That’s what happened to twin 12-year-olds on Nov. 15. They were walking with their 23-year-old baby-sitter westbound along 86th Street between Lexington and Park avenues at 3:20 p.m. when two males heading in the opposite direction brushed past them, saying, “Sorry.”
But they weren’t really: A few seconds later, one of the perps—described as a 5-foot-2 male—ran back, reached into one of the boy’s right pocket and removed his $300 PSP PlayStation. Then he rejoined his partner, and both fled eastbound on 86th Street.
Beware the Handyman
Come the winter months, the job of a restaurant deliveryman can be brutish—especially if you get stiffed on your tip. It can also be quite dangerous when your customer lures you to the location on false pretenses, mugs you, steals your money and beats you up—a not-infrequent occurrence.
And it apparently only gets worse if you’re a deliverywoman, since then you can add horny handymen to your list of woes, such as the one who accosted a female delivering a pizza to an East 77th Street address on Nov. 17.
The victim, a 20-year-old employee of Pintaile’s Pizza at 1443 York Avenue, told the police that she was making her delivery at 7:30 p.m. when one of the building’s porters got onto the elevator with her and rode up to the 14th floor. And he wasn’t on his way to fix a leak, either.
After the woman completed her delivery, the porter was waiting for her by the elevator with the news that it was broken. But instead of directing her to the stairs or the service elevator, he escorted her to a side room, where he started to kiss her face and neck and asked her to have sex with him, she said.
The woman declined the invitation, but that didn’t stop him from fondling her breasts and vagina through her clothing. The victim subsequently filed a sexual-abuse complaint against him at the 19th Precinct.
You know those cheap plastic license-plate holders that bear the name of the dealership where you bought your car? Turns out they’re quite expensive, as Alexandra Avlonitis, an Upper West Sider, discovered on Nov. 18.
Ms. Avlonitis returned to her car, parked at a MuniMeter on 72nd Street between Broadway and Amsterdam Avenue, at around 3 p.m. and found a parking ticket on her windshield—only the meter still had a few minutes to go.
When she tracked down the traffic agent who wrote the ticket up the block, he explained that he’d fined her because her license plate was partially obscured by her plastic “Manhattan Jeep” plate holder.
According to Ms. Avlonitis, the only part of the license that was hidden was the lower half of the words “The Empire State.” Nonetheless, according to the police, it does constitute a violation of the penal code, or at least whatever code governs frivolous parking summonses.
“It’s a desperate summons,” said a police officer, who was loath to use the Q-word—quota—to explain the sort of desperation that might drive a traffic-enforcement officer into writing the $65 ticket. This cop offered Ms. Avlonitis the same advice she gave her son when he got a ticket for the same offense: “I said pay it and take that thing off.”
Ms. Avlonitis’ husband, lawyer Howard Levi, plans on contesting the ticket. “This is going straight to the top,” he vowed.