Tuesday, 15 February 2005
People Suck
Well, considering how long I've lived in major metropolitan areas, I suppose it had to happen sooner or later: Tonight, I got pick-pocketed. Or rather, I almost got pick-pocketed.
It started on my way home from exercise this evening, one of a pair of guys just about jumped on my back, wrapping his arm around me. After I pushed off the drunk, the pair hung around for many meters, hassling me.
I'd had enough of it, and and told them both to shove off. The second guy came much closer like he was going to pick a fight, continually trying to trip me and demanding what his friend ever did to me. (Like any good Parisian, I had insulted the back-jumper.)
Seconds after they'd fallen back, I felt my wallet missing. So with a yell and a sprint, I was back to them. I don't know which one took my wallet, but it fell to the ground just as I got close. I gave the second guy a good smack upside the head (you don't punch unless you really want to fight) and swore a good streak.
Checked the contents, seemed to all be there (but I'm not sure about the cash), then off I was again. Both of them just stood there.
As did several bystanders, none of whom had done a thing.
Fuckers. Every one.
Comments
One smack upside the head an they surrender? What are they, French?
North African, actually. (But I get the joke.) One drunk, the other just being an ass.
Thinking back on it - even as soon as when I originally wrote this entry - I realize that I could've gotten into a really bad situation. Knee in the face when I leaned down to pick up my wallet. Two vs. one after that. Duh.
I guess it pays to act barking mad sometimes. Especially if you're pissed off enough to back it up.
Hahaha, at least you got a good run! I remember when I had to run 3 blocks just to get my cheap, ugly Nokia phone back from a 16-year old...It's about principle. And a good run...
/jenny