So, today I (Allie) received my official welcome to Rome. As I was walking from Termini train station to the Air Force base for my noon lesson I suddenly felt a strange movement of my bag. I turned my head over my right shoulder and what did I see but a 13-year-old punk with his hand on my zipper!
I had seen this kid just a minute before running down the sidewalk, and I had thought it was odd that he wasn't in school at this time on a Friday afternoon. Well, now I was discovering why.
So, nearly as instantly as I registered that this boy was trying to pick-pocket me I reacted. My right hand swung out and whacked him right in the chest. I yelled in his face, "Get the F*** out of here!!" He was rightfully stunned by my reaction, but that only lasted a second. After he recovered he began to glare at me, and then in true Italian fashion he spat in my direction.
Luckily for me, I wasn't hit by the feeble attempt at a backlash, but you bet it made me furious! As I stepped towards him to deliver more English curse words and finish him off with some Jackie Chan Type Shit, he ran off in true cowardly fashion.
As you can imagine, my adrenaline was at its height, and I was shaking and angry for the rest of my walk and for about 10 minutes into my first lesson. As I reflect now I feel proud that I didn't let that little bastard get away with anything, but I also wish I had had some pepper spray with me so at least he would have had some concrete consequence for his action.
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