Wu and Huang (Hong Kong Police, Undercover Division) were on foot. The purse-snatcher was getting away on a bicycle. They “appropriated” a tourist’s tandem bicycle to catch up. Huang, young and a month on the force, peddled like mad. Wu, middle-aged with fifteen years experience, crossed his arms and coasted along.
“What the hell?” shouted Huang. “Help!”
“No rush,” yawned Wu. “There’s these old ladies ahead. They practice Tai Chi in this park every day.”
“Old ladies?” scoffed Huang.
“Yep. They practice to be centered because big-city life always makes them angry.”
“Who cares if old ladies get angry?”
“They really hate being disrupted.”
“There’s fifty of them.”
They found the purse snatcher on the sidewalk, just barely breathing.
Wu gazed impassively at the thief and tutted, “Does it hurt with your hand waaay up there?”
Huang wiped his mouth. “His shoulders are dislocated!”
“I’d say the ladies should practice more Tai Chi.”
“Are you kidding me!”
“Nope.” Wu pointed at the broken thief. “They obviously still get too angry.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/08/07/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-8-2017/
While living in San Francisco I shopped in Chinese markets many times. I learned never to get between an old Chinese woman and the perfect melon.