The secret to a good pickpocket scam is when you
don’t even realize that you are being pick pocketed. Such was the event that happened to us while
we were in Buenos Aires, Argentina. On
Easter Sunday we walked along several miles of an open air craft market on our
way to the famous Sunday outdoor antique market in San Telmo Square. My chance to finally do some shopping! Everyone had been warning us to watch out for
pick-pocketers in the market. I had my
purse crossways around my body the whole time with my hand on my zipper just
waiting for someone to try to reach into my purse as there was no way they
would be getting anything from me!
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Scenes from the San Telmo Antique Market |
After cruising through the market we continued our walk through
a park that was alive with parakeets, kids playing and people out enjoying the
day. Unexpectedly from up above, a large
amount of green, sticky bird poop fell onto my head, neck, back and all down
David’s back too. Stunned, I look up in
the tree expecting to see a condor or flock of eagles or some huge bird. A man sitting on the grassy knoll and witness
to the whole event came up to us offering a torn bit of a third world type rough
paper towel that he happened to have. Amazingly a couple appeared seemingly out of
nowhere with more tiny bits of paper towels and a bottle of water, offering to
help wipe off the mess on our backs.
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Scenes from the San Telmo Antique Market
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The
lady motioned to me to help wiped David while she proceeded to wipe off my
back and purse which at that time I assumed had bird poop on it too. One of the guys started wiping off his back and
David felt him try to open up his Velcro back pocket where he had put his
wallet. Just about that time I asked
David if he thought we were getting pick pocketed and he said he was wondering
the same thing. I quickly grabbed the
zipper on my purse that I had so carefully been holding on to all day. I was distracted by the thought of bird poop
all over me. I also had conflicting thoughts thinking these people are so nice to help foreigners while at the same time not liking the fact that they were wiping me down.
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Scenes from the San Telmo Antique Market
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My purse zipper was opened by several inches! Then suddenly just as quickly as they had appeared,
they disappeared - empty handed, I am happy to say! We then realized that the whole bird poop,
guy on the grassy knoll and the unsavory couple had been part of an unsuccessful
orchestrated pick pocket scam in Buenos Aires.