It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one's own identity. -Beatrice Webb

Friday, December 12, 2008

Near Miss Pick Pocket




My friend, Melanie, will be going home to California tomorrow for her Christmas Break. My NCM Group had a little exchange gift and a some eat together session.

On the way home, Chars and Anya, got on a Jeep. I thought I might as well ride with them. A guy was seated beside Chars very closely. I asked to be excused and the guy in black gave way.

When Chars got off, the guy in black sat very close to me despite the size of vacant side on his side. I thought he just had a preference for windows. However, he was frequently and periodically moving so that I have to reposition myself. I started to get suspicious and checked my cell and PDA in case he was the diversion and the guy on my left was in cahoots with him, it's still there. I checked for my wallet and wallah... it was already out of my pocket behind me. I picked it up and started to place in the front pocket of my backpack. The guy immediately asked the jeep to stop and got off.

That was a Close Call. He could have gotten all my receipts and scratch paper. LOL. Well, actually, my Credit Card and other ID was stored there as well. Given how I lost my XDA II to a pickpocket on a jeepney and my Dell laptop at home to the bintana-dukot syndicate, this felt really good.

It wasn't my first successful cross with a pick pocket. And I'm sure it won't be the last, at this point, I hope I can always be that alert.

To my friends, konting ingat. Life is really difficult these days. We can't really blame them but we can't be victims either. Hopefully, to some, this post will keep them alert on their commutes.

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