Today I was almost razor pick pocketed in the Westfield Shopping Town.
Me and the wife have not been there in at least 10 years I saw a Latin Guy with a Military Uniform on with no ID tags or rank on or insignia his boots were bloused he had a military haircut and the uniform was camouflage light green. as soon as me and my wife past he and his accomplice followed me and my wife very close I turned around to stare at them 3 or more times because they were to close after giving them a hard stare they backed up I leaned against the rail while my wife went to Fredricks of Hollywood after leaving there we went to piercing Pagoda where no one was in the store. We went to Walmart's across the street and on our way into the store I reached for my wallet and felt a tear in my pants from the top of my pocket to the bottom 1 inch away from my pocket .
BEWARE I HAVE HEARD OF IT BEFORE BUT NOT IN MY WILDEST DREAM WOULD I HAVE THOUGHT IT COULD HAVE ALMOST HAPPENED TO ME.
IN MY MIND OH THIS GUY IS HOME FROM THE WAR BUT HE WAS IN MY SPACE AND I HAD TO TURN AROUND 3 OR MORE TIMES BECAUSE I FELT UNCOMFORTABLE.
I HAD TO GO BACK TO THE CAR AND PUT A TOWEL AROUND ME A GO INTO THE STORE A BUY A PAIR OF PANTS AND WEAR THEM OUT OF THE STORE .
THIS WAS A STRAIGHT CUT NOT BY A SEAM BEWARE!