FYI, yesterday I was 'victim' of a team of pickpockets
in a supermarket.
A foreign-sounding man in advanced middle age, and apparently
slightly disabled, asked me to help him lift an item of shopping which I did
readily.
Being a tad mistrustful, I then checked my tight,zipped
pocket at the side of my thigh. It was open and my wallet
gone!
I abandoned my basket and raced about 30 feet to where
he then was and demanded the return of my money repeatedly with my voice rising
several octaves with each demand.
Suddenly, an old man of about 75 or so appeared from nowhere and called to me
and pointing to where my wallet was lying intact at the side of the
basket.
Oh! 'I must have dropped it'.
It had defied gravity, lifted itself upwards, undone
the stiff zip and leapt out of my pocket and cast itself onto the floor at the
precise juxtapositioning of my lending assistance to 'this
unfortunate'.
Had I not caused a major rumpus there would have been
some desperately serious consequences for me.
Unfortunately, I was unable to find
anybody around to apprehend this clever pair of
malefactors.
