A Nice Guy

I met a nice guy last Friday night. I didn’t get his name, don’t remember his face, I don’t even remember how I met him, or where.
One thing I remember, and I will never forget: his profession. He was a pickpocket!
He stripped my bank account for 9000 NOK (about 1500 USD) while I was sitting 30 minutes in a taxi on my way home. Well done!

- grandpa -

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