Today as I was climbing the many steps of the above ground Jaures metro station, a guy stole the cash right out of my backpack.
I felt a little something and quickly twirled around. The man was standing too close, but nonchalantly brushed past me.
I immediately opened my bag and saw my wallet, camera, and phone still there, so I wondered if I had imagined it. I looked in my wallet and all of my cards were still there, too.
It was only a little later when I went to pay for something that I noticed all of my cash was gone.
I consider myself pretty street smart and I usually keep my bag in front of me. But sometimes – just walking up stairs on a normal Friday afternoon outside of rush hour – I guess I don’t always clutch my bag as I should.
Sigh. Must be on guard every single second.
What gets me is that as soon as I turned around, I immediately wanted to say “WTF?”
But somehow in the split second I remembered I was in Paris and couldn’t remember how to say WTF in French. (Note to self: just say WTF in English anyway. Not that it helps matters, but I would have preferred calling him out, rather than feeling so passive).
I’m also a little peeved that no one else said anything. I can see on a packed metro people not noticing maybe. But I was walking up stairs with a few people – though not so many that it was a rushed crowd. The guy was one level lower than me. I can’t imagine that the people walking up didn’t notice that he had opened my bag.
In the spirit of seeing positives in negatives, though, I am so relieved that I still have all of my important documents and possessions. The nightmare of losing my residency card, credit card, Carte Vitate, etc – aie! I’m getting hives just thinking about it.
So yes, I am grateful, too. Pissed as all get out at the guy, but feeling lucky that I was only a victim of a nonviolent crime where cash is the only thing I lost.
Be careful out there and bon weekend!