It Must be Monday

Someone tried to pickpocket me today. Unfortunately for him he chose the wrong day to try this. Last night I got some news that left me in tears. And so I’m mad at the world and all its injustices today. As I was walking in town today I felt someone bump against me and there was a tug on my bag. I looked at the guy who bumped me and gave him a dirty look. Like I said, I’m mad at the world today. He said “sorry, sorry hey”. But something seemed wrong. I felt the pockets of my bag and knew my change purse had been taken. I yelled “hey” at the guy who was now walking directly in front of me. He stopped. I said let me look in your bag. To my surprise, he obliged (I even rifled through it...apparently I have some nerve today!). It wasn’t there. I thought maybe I was wrong, but then I said “let me see your pockets”. Again to my surprise he lifted one side of his shirt. I said “the OTHER pocket too”. To my AMAZEMENT he obliged. And there tucked in his pocket was my change purse. I grabbed it from his pocket. He said “it was on the ground, I picked it up”. I said or rather yelled VERY loudly (so loud people stopped to see what was going on), “No it wasn’t. Do you think I didn’t feel that? If you’re going to pick pocket someone learn to do it properly”. I walked off in a huff. I never considered my actions might have been dangerous, I just wasn’t in the mood to take shit from anyone. I don’t even know where the nerve to confront the guy came from. And as I walked down the street the reality caught up with me I could feel my heart racing. I guess at the very least that guy won’t be trying to pickpocket anyone for a while, at least not angry-looking white girls anyway. And so this is how my week has started. Please God, let it get better from here on!