The Pick Pocket

After the birth of her new baby, my cousin brought him to my place for a visit.
While there, she decided to prepare dinner one night and the three of us went to the grocery store to get the things she needed.  While she was shopping, I was holding the baby and slowly meandering through the place.  A woman walked past me, knocked my purse from my shoulder, put her hand on my arm, looked me in the eye and said, "I'm sorry."  I said it wasn't a problem and we each went on our way.  When I told my cousin about it she insisted that I had just been hit by a pickpocket.  I checked and found my wallet and keys were still in my purse.  It wasn't until at work the next day that I discovered  the missing item -- a sanitary napkin.

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