Guy and guy on guy. He was jamming, enjoying Barca's notorious nightlife, when things suddenly took a turn. He walked outside the club to find his friends, excited to up the evening's ante. Within the 10-minute door-to-door time span from beach to club, two seemingly friendly guys came up to teach the crew how to "salsa." One was loud, the other was smooth. Soon enough, but not realizing soon enough, his wallet was gone.
Girl and girl on girl. She tried enjoying some Starbucks when alleged petitioners waltzed in and begged for a signature. One screamed to look at the paper, the other put her paper down over the iPhone. Soon enough, her iPhone was (almost) gone. She noticed immediately, and caught up to them as they cowardly threw it to the ground and kept running. Upon her return, patrons were clapping as her adrenaline slowly retreated from her flushed face.
Guy on girl. She bid her friend farewell in the metro, and casually took the 5 steps onto the moving walkway, about to play a song on her iPod. As soon as she stopped moving, a man walked past her mumbling. She felt compelled to look behind her, immediately seeing another man's hand pull away from her backpack. Quickly checking, she notices the zipper has been opened. Whipping back around, she catches the first man exchanging glances with the one behind her. After a dirty and knowing look, a sigh of relief ensued when she sees that they didn't anticipate a zipper within a zipper. Relief replaced by repulsion when she looks back to see the two step off the walkway, only to get back on another walkway headed in the opposite direction. Chills. This was their cyclical sick career.
A stolen glance? Yes.
A stolen heart? Yes.
ROBBERY, no.
Put that much thought and creativity into the job hunt, and you just might be a sliver of a human being, instead of the disgusting animal you have made yourself into.
Barca, I love you. But if this is going to work, we're really going to have to work on the whole pickpocketing scene.
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