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.

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Getting Your Pocket Picked