New York City Nightmare #14

Time: Friday night, 1:00am.  Me, sober and with a friend.  Walking home along W3rd from the subway.  Weave around groups of drunk people, hand on purse.  Arrive at my block.  Go to purse for cell phone. Cell phone: check.  Wallet: no check.

End of roller coaster style day: down. 

Notes: 

1. Didn't anyone ever tell the pick pockets to go for the drunken tourists instead of the sober locals?  I only have $20 and a roasting plant gift card in there...

 

2. I look forward to seeing which controversial books/movies are checked out under my name from the public library and never returned. Great.