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.
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.




















