This One Time...

I was on the subway, and I was standing next to this fancy, rich-looking guy in a suit. He was talking into one of those headphones that connects to a blueberry, and he seemed a little distracted, so he was obviously a prime target to pickpocket. These two "gangstas" had come into the car at the last stop, so I figured a quick plan in my head. I walked up to one of them, one with dreadlocks, and I said, "Hey, you look familiar." He grunted as a response, so I continued on. "You were sleeping in the room next door when I was banging your mama. I hope we didn't wake you up; you're mama's a bit of a screamer." This finally made him respond the way I wanted. He pulled out a switchblade and started waving it around like an idiot. I made a run for it, purposely "bumping" into the rich guy. His wallet was in the inside pocket of his jacket, and he didn't even miss it when I left. The "gangsta" stopped chasing me after two train cars, so I just sat down and counted out the money.