778 – Getting Your Pocket Picked
Lenny: Wait a second. Where is my wallet?
Anita: It’s not in your back pocket?
Lenny: No, it’s in none of my pockets. My pocket’s been picked!
Anita: It must have happened when our attention was diverted by those boys fighting over there.
Lenny: I should have been paying more attention in a busy market like this. I felt someone bump me from behind, but it never occurred to me that someone could be lifting my wallet.
Anita: I’ve been clutching my purse, worried about purse-snatchers. I never thought anyone would be able to pick your pocket.
Lenny: Me, neither. I don’t know how I’m going to live this down. When the boys hear about this…
Anita: Come on, we’d better go file a police report. You never know. Maybe your wallet will turn up.
Lenny: Fat chance of that happening. This is really embarrassing…
Anita: Stop stalling. If there’s one thing I’ve learned after being a cop’s wife for 15 years is that you’ve got to face the music.