The red-handed pick-pocket
I caught my first pick-pocket. Just the other night.
Red-handed. The amateur small time crook was unzipping the pocket of my jacket (had my wallet in one pocket, my keys in the other, the fool had his mind set on the non-wallet side).
In comes the difficult part: what was I to do? Faster than my shadow I turned my head looked him straight in the eyes, sporting the heavily feared pokerface. No words were spoken. Tension in the air. He didn’t say a word, nor did he leave, just chose another spot, way in the back of the bar.
Earlier that night my personal pick-pocket had offered me the usual - “hashisj? marihuana? synonym? synonym?”. An hour later our paths crossed in the mens room and dumb as he was he offered me the usual, again:
- “hashisj?
me: I already told you.
- marihuana?
me: I already told you.
- synonym?
me: I already told you.
- that’s not an answer.
me: It is, I don’t want your shit, you asked me before, didn’t want it then, still don’t want it. Maybe you want my wallet though?
- what?
me:…
- I don’t want your wallet!
me: Good.
- …
Difficult to say if the pacifist approach was the best. I guess it’s just my style not to break ones nose. Then again it’s also my style not to pick ones pockets, so why didn’t I?
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You did the right thing, and I for one admire you for that. Maybe you could have pulled out your knife and stabbed him a couple of times in the belly. So to continue the string of meaningless violence that seems to become a new national sport these days.
Comment by duvelman — February 7, 2007 @ 9:02 am
fork, I seem to comment faster than my shadow.
Sorry for that
Comment by duvelman — February 7, 2007 @ 9:03 am
Say duvelmang, you commented two times… twice!
Hey shit, lloyd, that’s a pretty real story you put there. Now that’s why i always rock my wallet in my boxershort. That’s kinda putting a new dimension in “to be grabbed by the balls”, in these cold times yo!
Rock, rock on!
Comment by =vic= — February 7, 2007 @ 10:54 am
You da man, boi, you da man!
Comment by Mr. Benvolio — February 8, 2007 @ 11:12 pm
ni twijfelen, gewoon slaan … komde misschien nog eens in ‘t nieuws … kan uw blog alleen maar ten goede komen … ge hebt meer star-quality als Joe of Bart … damn sarcastic today, sorry
Comment by BLA — February 9, 2007 @ 1:20 pm
Thanks for the support lads, but once again, way easier said than done.
BLAdawg, don’t go all sarcastic, Rainer won’t like that! Ik lig hier ziek in de zetel The Office te herbekijken, in de wetenschap dat het sebits another banging party zal zijn in Halle, gadverdamme! And I’ll miss out! Again! Verdoemen hein!
As for the starquality, you’re obviously right, no doubt about it.
Cheers mateys!
Comment by =lloyd= — February 9, 2007 @ 1:44 pm
Rainer kan tegen een stootje … hij heeft vorige keer meer dan een serieuze dosis flaave proet en drunk dj’s moeten verwerken … but(t) banging it will be … al voel ik mij zelf allerminst fysiek in form … en mentaal zeker nog progressie mogelijk … niks ni dat ni op te lossen is met wat op de fles gegist bier, though
Comment by BLA — February 9, 2007 @ 3:55 pm
oh, en we hebben onze volgende fuif aangekondigd op de Blog … don’t miss out on that … wordt wederom vetjes
Comment by BLA — February 9, 2007 @ 3:56 pm