pickpocketed
A haiku:
nimble brown silk scarf
hands dance into my pocket
then tiptoe away
I was pickpocketed last night in the High Falls district in Rochester. After getting booted from a stupid club called Centers, and sulking in a parking lot, I fell prey to my own naivety and the deft fingers of a 30-year old woman that called herself Niki. Luckily, she deposited my wallet on the ground, (minus the cash,) credit cards included. I still feel like an idiot, though.