If I had to guess Id venture that the term Pick Pocket brought a certain image yo your mind. Maybe you were imaging an oblivious and nieve tourist, too concerned with getting the right picture to worry of their belongings. Naturally, you certainly imagined a place you had been before in which you were at least relatively familiar. Id guess also that over 4/5 people who heard the words pick pocket would imagine a young to middle aged male. Whatever the case, you most likely imagined an aggressive predator and a helpless and weak victim.
Last October my girlfriend got pick pocketed.
It was really a surprise to me too. Initially, I had to suggest that it was her fault. Why hadn't she paid more attention, to her wallet. Why hadn't she held her bag closer to her on that jam-packed metro train car. Most importantly, why hadn't she paid closer attention to her surroundings, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Maybe we could have taken time to plan our route so that we didn't have to check the map on the train.
When I imagine those surroundings now, months later I realize how the situation was truly almost unavoidable, due to to the untraditional nature of the situation. The pick pocket was not a single person. If, you in fact have dealt with pick pockets you know this is often the case. There were at least three girls involved. Very young in age maybe ever 14 years old! They distracted us, asking for directions on the chaotic metro car, and distracted Lauren by touching her hand a bit. They used their experience and surroundings to completely catch us off guard in the crowded car.
Who would you blame?
The crowded Metro?
the victim?
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