Nice to meet you, thief

Last week, I went to see my butcher friend. When I got there, I said hello to her and her husband. There was a guy in front of her store, and he started asking my where I was from. I thought, "he is just a customer who is curious." So I told him that I was an American.

At this time, the butcher started saying to me, "come to my house, come to my house."

I said, "I can't come right now." But she kept asking me to come to her house and tried to get me to stand behind the counter. Eventually she stood between me and the man. At this time the man walked away.

The butcher turns to me and says, he is a thief: "Didn't you notice how I didn't acknowledge him and kept asking you to come to my house?" Oh! I didn't notice. I think I needed better clues than those.

At this time, I became really scared. I don't think I ever had a conversation with a professional thief. The butcher kept wanting me to stop talking to the thief because now he will recognize me as a target. I guess I am able to recognize him now, but I know if he was to steal from me, he could probably do it really quickly. This thief looked like a regular guy in his 40's (although the butcher thinks he is in the 30's). He is really skinny and wears regular looking clothes. There are no signs that he is a thief.

By the way, don't be scared that there are more pickpockets here just because I have blogged twice about thieves. Alvin and I are glad to report that we have not been pick-pocketed in our time here.