Poor Dad
The family, (me, my 2 bros, and my Dad's GF, and my Dad) were all sitting at a cafe watching people on a crowded street.

Suddenly my Dad goes "watch that woman, she's pick-pocketing". So we all watched, and yes she was burrowing her hand into stupid Merkins purses.

We watched her turn around at the end of the street and come back again.

We all shifted our feet nervously wondering what to do about it, and on her third walk back up the street all eyes turned to my Dad expectantly.

He looked around at us as we all stared at him, waiting for him to do something. He had become "the chosen one". I could almost hear my Dad's brain whirring through the possibilities as he tried to find a way out of it and still save face in front of his kids.

Finally he rolled his eyes and jumped up from the table, probably cursing himself for ever having mentioned it in the first place.

He went running over to the woman, yelling at her to take her hands out of the victims purse. The crook raised her empty hands in the air as if to say "I'm innocent you idiot" and waved at an imaginary friend down the street and took off like the clappers. The victim's purse was hanging open, but nothing was missing.

So all's well that ends well, the pickpocket moved onto a different area to ply her trade and my Dad got to be a hero for 2 minutes.

Hmmm, guess not much good came out of it after all then. Oh well, the coffee and croissants were nice that we ate while we watched live crime.
(Peelmytangerines, Tue 20 Jun 2006, 19:53, Reply)