Posted by Rhonda on June 08, 2001 at 05:06:43:
In Reply to: Pickpockets posted by Riv on June 05, 2001 at 21:13:29:
We were walking from the train station (JFK/UMASS for the bostonites)
& he asks me the time ... & asks me something else, & a few seconds later he's in front of me, shows me a gun & asks for my money.
So I tell him, ok , give me a second. I take out my wallet & give him the 5 $ I have. Then I say, wait, reach into my pocket & give him my change. I want to complete this transaction properly.
I had been xmas shopping. I had left the house that am with lots of cash! I did however, have bags from my shopping. After the transaction was completed & neither of us knew what to do next, in a split second he looks at my bags. This is too much. What is he gonna do with my stuff from the gap (forgot about the walkman I had bought, in the bag, too) So I say, "This is girl clothes!" & walk. & walk walk walk, fast as I can.
For the whole week, I couldn;t go to my trainstation by the normal route in the morning. It was a good six weeks before I could take the train home at night. I actually saw the kid on the redline once, hangin with his buds...
whaddya gonna do?
Il ham du lilla, I escaped with my life. Yeah, Riv, it sucks that you got robbed. but you didn't get hurt, & well, you learned to be more careful. Stuff like that just happens in life. But, be glad it wasn't worse.
R
ps: so, why do you *lawyer*?
: I'm fucking in shock. I got my pocket picked today losing including bank card, credit card, photo id, picture id, social security card and other valuable things. I don't feel like talking much about it. Cops couldn't find me for over an hour and all they did was make out a report.
: Big fucking deal. Report.
: I was on a SRO bus {Standing Room Only}. One guy {and I don't know the type or what does it matter?} kept bumping into me. This guy was short, about 5'1' and wearing a nice shirt and tie. Looked like he was coming home from an office job. The other guy behind him was big and heavy maybe 6 feet and dressed street. They didn't look related but the big guy gave him a few nods as if to say something so I knew they were friends.
: But.
: A third guy was to my left and appeared holding on for dear life. But I dimly remembered his hand on the top of my pocket and thought it was strange and a white cloth in the palm of his that was by my pocket. So I looked at him, he was about 5'10' and wore a blue polka dot shirt but I didn't pay much attention and only recalled it later.
: I wanted to get off that crowded bus.
: At my stop, a lot of the people got off. I noticed my pocket felt light and ran back on. Those guys {I still didn't realize there was any team} must have scattered but one guy said to me {a fourth member? I didn't remember the guy who talked to me when I got back on but I dimly remember another one in there} some guy in a red shirt did something funny and got off. I went running looking for a red shirt that I swear I was going to jump because I don't think I could get anywhere by yelling. And I doubt I would have jumped anyone.
:
: Of course no red shirt.
: _Riv