Mobile Lifted in the 7th
There I was minding own business in this wonderful cafe in the 7th chatting with my close friend JC when a rude young man bumped into me as he moved to the table in the window. JC, my Parisian friend, was going on about how nice this cafe was when I reached into my zippered coat pocket and found my mobile had been lifted by none other than the rude young man.
JC was incredulous ... I just sat there and thought what an easy mark I was for this kid! Against all good reason, I had thrown my coat over the back of my chair which I never do. I was totally absorbed in the conversation and didn't evern turn around when I was jostled. Something that is also out-of-character for me. A jostle of my person usually results in a stealy stare down. I took it as a lesson learned and also a wake-up call for me that even the most sophisticated city dweller is subject to the assults of the bottom-feeders.
JC was incredulous ... I just sat there and thought what an easy mark I was for this kid! Against all good reason, I had thrown my coat over the back of my chair which I never do. I was totally absorbed in the conversation and didn't evern turn around when I was jostled. Something that is also out-of-character for me. A jostle of my person usually results in a stealy stare down. I took it as a lesson learned and also a wake-up call for me that even the most sophisticated city dweller is subject to the assults of the bottom-feeders.
posted by JPT at 8:06 PM
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