When I was traveling overseas, we were well aware of pickpockets. I was in Knightsbridge with several other flight attendants and we were in the middle of a huge crowd. I happened to look down and saw a black arm snaking around me. I had my pocketbook strap around my neck and was clasping it close but didn’t feel a thing. He had it unzipped. I wrapped my arms around myself and my purse and said out loud, “Something has happened!” Suddenly the black guy beside me screamed ai yiyiyiyiyi and the entire crowd dispersed, leaving just us flight attendants. Nothing was taken, thankfully.
One man we met was traveling with his mother and he looked a little, well, slow. Very sweet but you could tell he might have been a little developmentally delayed. He was excited to tell us that he was pickpocketed of all of his money but they left him and his mother 2 subway tokens.
The pickpockets are that good at what they do.
A friend had someone try to pick his pocket in NYC; he had his wallet in the back pocket of army pants, and the perp had cut the two buttons off when my friend realized what was up. Never saw the perp, kept his wallet, but was missing both buttons...incredible.
The pickpockets are that good at what they do.>>>>>>
Sounds like fun. I can think of several substances that they would just love to get on their skin, as well as several bioactive creams, pocket mouse traps, and pressure triggered hypodermic needles full of wonderful solutions that might let them live an hour, in my purse.( Grin)