knanaki

I got pickpocketed today.

I was in Bugis with my parents. I had just spent almost $200 on comics and a novel. I was elated. My dad offered to carry the heavy load since I had Don Delillo in my bag with me. We were on our way home and I was watching the bag making sure nobody bumped into it so as to give the precious cargo dog-ears and weird dents. That was when someone bumped into the bag, and me.

It was rush hour and it was very crowded. But I knew something was odd because it wasn't like someone brushing past you. It was like an extended moment when someone leans into you as they push pass. At first I thought he was just trying to cop a feel. But it was a no-go cause my bag was between us. I turned around anyway to glare at the idiot who dared to bump into my books and lean into me. When I finally got out of the melee, I looked down and noticed my phone was gone.

It was damn surreal can?

I must've like paused for a good 5-10 seconds trying to process what just happened. I knew immediately I'd been pickpocketed but I just couldn't believe it had really happened or that it had happened to me. I calmly told my mum, "I've just been pickpocketed. My phone is gone." Then I handed over the stuff i was carrying in my hand and dashed backwards muttering 'excuse me's and bumping into annoying skinny girls who refuse to move their bony asses and their huge-ass bags, till I saw the idiot in the pink shirt. He was going to step into the lift.

I ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder (TAPPED! What the hell was I thinking!? I should've kicked him in the knee-caps) and said,

"Gimme back my phone, fucker."

He turned around, and pulled out my phone, EZ-link and the pouch from under his white sweater and thrust it into my hand. I looked down to make sure it was my stuff, but by the time I looked up, my parents had caught up with me and he was lost in the crowd.

Surprisingly, he was a young CAUCASIAN male, short, well-built, wearing a reddish pink shirt, carrying a white sweater. What the fuck is a caucasian kid doing in Singapore pickpocketing? Go back to your blasted country and pick the pockets there. What the fuck. Definitely snapped me out of the Pinkerton syndrome I've been suffering from. Every single caucasian/westerner I know just took a 50 point dip in respect points. Sorry Ryan Bishop.

Several things he did wrong:
1) He took too long to get my phone, not very smooth
2) he was wearing a damn recognizable shirt
3) he was bloody caucasian, he wouldn't have been able to blend in even if he wanted to.

Several things I did wrong:
1) I took too long to react
2) I let him get away
3) I really should've screamed at the top of my lungs, 'PICKPOCKET!' then hauled his criminal ass to the nearest security guard and at a later date get the bugger deported or something...