I ran to Bank of America yesterday during the lunch hour; stopped at Jack in the Box — boys of summer need their curly fries — and then stopped by Centennial in Lakewood Shopping Center — for me, but again, boys of summer.

While in the store I was on the phone with my extended neighborhood patrol officer — I co-chair crime watch in Hollywood/Santa Monica.

Maybe it was his parting words that got my guard up — "Are you sure there's nothing else you need from us?"

As I was leaving, my intuition sparked and I thought to myself, "Is my cell phone in my back pocket in case someone comes to steal my purse?"

Physical check: yes. As I threw the car in reverse, a beat-up blue four-door car raced up behind me. Now I was thinking, uh oh, am I about to be carjacked?

I could not completely back out of my space, so I studied the people in the car, waiting to see what was going to happen. I managed out of my space, and now all eyes were on them because the two passengers sporting ‘do rags and similar attire jumped out of the car in quick fashion and ran, literally, run into Centennial.