I never tried.Hi Dana Jean, Even though you didn't grow up to be a world class pickpocket, were you ever able to pick someone's pocket without their knowledge? I remember that movie and it inspired me as well.
*curses!* shakes fist in air!*
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I never tried.Hi Dana Jean, Even though you didn't grow up to be a world class pickpocket, were you ever able to pick someone's pocket without their knowledge? I remember that movie and it inspired me as well.
wait a minute. Back this train up. I just re read your post and I realize I sort of skipped over an important part of what you said:Hi Dana Jean, Even though you didn't grow up to be a world class pickpocket, were you ever able to pick someone's pocket without their knowledge? I remember that movie and it inspired me as well.
You were a hero! Good for you!Myself and my friends went for a walk one Sunday afternoon. Walked a long way although now that I'm older I know it wasn't that far.
Anyway, in the middle of our walk, the heavens opened and we got soaked while walking through fields and, after a while, we came across a stream that had a kind of island in the middle. I don't know where it came from or how it got there but, cowering on the 'island' was a little Terrier dog. We tried calling him over to us but he wasn't moving so I decided to wade over to him, freezing water up to my waist, and carried him over to safety.
He took off like the clappers and I had to go home and explain to my Gran why I was soaked to the skin
You were a hero! Good for you!
No, you were. That says a lot about your character.I wouldn't go that far, Dana, but I've never seen an animal in distress and walked away...
No, you were. That says a lot about your character.
See? Apparently your friends were not decent kids.Thanks for that, Dana. Seriously, though, I just did what any decent kid would've done at the time. Although my friends thought I was nuts! LOL
See? Apparently your friends were not decent kids.
You get home now and quit hanging out with those hooligans!
Aw now, you ruined my pretty happy little picture of you.Truth be told, I turned out worse than most of them!
Aw now, you ruined my pretty happy little picture of you.
Just kidding. Deep down, you're a good guy because you saved someone who needed saved.
It didn't inspire me to be a pickpocket but my black and white started to turn to shades of grey when I realized it's okay to steal from some people and not others. Even the pope said, to paraphrase, "If you are hungry and have to steal, then steal from the big corps, not the mom and pop shops". While I was a thief in my troubled youth I am quite honest as an adult. But like all things, in moderation.wait a minute. Back this train up. I just re read your post and I realize I sort of skipped over an important part of what you said:
"it inspired me as well."
Okay guy. How many pockets have you picked?
That is scary. Did you see a post I made this week where an adult man went in for surgery. They thought he had a tumor in his lungs. It turned out to be a little orange miniature traffic cone he had swallowed when he was 7! In this lung!I have a little kids story I call Pocahontas ....
Once upon a time (20+ yrs ago) there was a Mom with 2 young sons, one was 4 and the other going on 2. Their Dad had taken them out for a Happy Meal and returned the youngest home while he and the other went to visit his mom (grandmother).
The child was in his high chair with his happy meal food scattered around and his Pocahontas doll toy that came with it as inspired by the new animated movie at that time. The mom was doing chores around the kitchen and as he was done with it enough to throw everything off the tray, she couldn't find Pocahontas. She was nowhere to be found! She asked the child 'Where is Pocahontas? ' at the same time pointing to the picture of her on the happy meal box, at which the child would merely open his mouth, and point his finger into it. This went on repeatedly.
She frantically called the Dad to tell him what was happening. 'Hold on' he said, at which time he attempted to go thru the motions himself of swallowing the other sons doll, which was at hand. 'No!, its NOT possible' he told her. ' He would definetly have Choked if that happened.' 'No Way'.
Well the toddler was fine and happy, but the only problem was, where was the doll? It was a mystery , until the next day... The young babysitter called the mom at work and said 'Well, I found Pocahontas' !
'He didn't swallow her, he actually 'ate her', he chewed her up pretty good, and shes in parts , but shes All there'.
That is scary. Did you see a post I made this week where an adult man went in for surgery. They thought he had a tumor in his lungs. It turned out to be a little orange miniature traffic cone he had swallowed when he was 7! In this lung!
My chocolate Labrador (tells you most of the story, right there) went in for surgery and when she was coming out of the anesthetic, she threw up... the vet and vet nurses all leaned forward to take a closer look at the little frothy puddle that the dog had just made... and were utterly shocked to see the word "and" staring back up at them.I have a little kids story I call Pocahontas ....
Once upon a time (20+ yrs ago) there was a Mom with 2 young sons, one was 4 and the other going on 2. Their Dad had taken them out for a Happy Meal and returned the youngest home while he and the other went to visit his mom (grandmother).
The child was in his high chair with his happy meal food scattered around and his Pocahontas doll toy that came with it as inspired by the new animated movie at that time. The mom was doing chores around the kitchen and as he was done with it enough to throw everything off the tray, she couldn't find Pocahontas. She was nowhere to be found! She asked the child 'Where is Pocahontas? ' at the same time pointing to the picture of her on the happy meal box, at which the child would merely open his mouth, and point his finger into it. This went on repeatedly.
She frantically called the Dad to tell him what was happening. 'Hold on' he said, at which time he attempted to go thru the motions himself of swallowing the other sons doll, which was at hand. 'No!, its NOT possible' he told her. ' He would definetly have Choked if that happened.' 'No Way'.
Well the toddler was fine and happy, but the only problem was, where was the doll? It was a mystery , until the next day... The young babysitter called the mom at work and said 'Well, I found Pocahontas' !
'He didn't swallow her, he actually 'ate her', he chewed her up pretty good, and shes in parts , but shes All there'.
This is terrifying!Glad everything er... came out alright Maddie.
My granddaughter was playing Heimlich maneuver with her sister when she swallowed the quarter she was supposed to spit out. Kids do things you never think they will. Her parents consulted the doctor and were told she would pass it in a few days. They went on to an Atlanta Braves game but with misgivings. Everyone said she would pass it. The grandkids stayed with us while they went.
My daughter could not be comfortable at the game and kept calling. She seemed fine and played with our other grandkids. I told her not to worry, that we would watch and listen for any plink and she would be monitored until it came. She said she just had a feeling she could not shake. I've learned not to ignore a woman's feelings about her children. They are usually right. That scared me. I tried to placate her but told her I would use my metal detector to find out how far along it was.
She lay down and I passed over her stomach. Nothing. I could not find it. Did she pass it already? With trepidation I passed it over her throat. Nothing. But high in her chest it sounded. I contacted my daughter and told her what was happening and we were on our way to ER. They drove through the night to the hospital where we were and soon the quarter was removed by endoscopic procedure. Poor girl was so afraid they were going to have to operate. It came just short of occluding her airway though.
No scare is as potent as the thought of losing a child. Never let anyone tell you what your heart says otherwise.
Wait. The clown followed you home?