Don't Pick My Pocket!

I sure wish I had pictures of this one!

Yesterday Dad and I, the Adams and the Shupes went 'downtown' to do a little shopping at Prochards.  It's kind of like the market place in Nassau, a billion little stalls all bunched together.  Everyone in the city must have had the same idea, because there were a million people and traffic was pretty much at a standstill.  After we had been sitting in the same spot for about 15 minutes, Elder and Sister Shupe, Sister Adams and I got out to walk down the street. The street was packed with people and cars and even pedestrians weren't moving very fast. 

When we'd walked a couple of blocks, I felt my brand new blackberry phone taken out of the back pocket of my levis.  I know it was a dumb place to have it, but I had forgotten to take it out and put it in my purse.  Before I even realized what was happening, I had spun around and grabbed the guy by the arm and growled at him, "Give me back my phone."  While I was doing that he was handing it off to another guy, so I grabbed him with my other hand; and let go of the first guy and grabbed my phone back.  I looked down to make sure it was indeed mine, then I 'whacked' the second guy two or three times and told him, "Don't take my phone!"     Then I turned around and walked off.   

Don't mess with the blonde missionary lady!