Ron has a habit of trailing behind me when we are walking down streets or anywhere actually. He claims I walk too fast; I claim he walks too slow for comfort.
We were strolling down a major street here in Mexico City, when Ron fell behind again. I turned to look for him and he was about five yards away speaking to a man and woman. Knowing this was not a good sign, I went quickly to his side.
His initial comment was “A bird shit on me!” The man and woman were at the ready with napkins in hand to ‘assist’ him in the clean-up process. Had I not shown up they would have cleaned up his backpack and pockets while they were at it. As they were trying to tame the situation, they insisted there was a crazy man standing behind the newspaper kiosk who threw ketchup on Ron’s jacket.
This is one of the oldest travel swindles around. People working in pairs will throw some liquid on an individual from behind. Then they are suddenly there to help clean up the mess. While one is distracting you with cleaning, the other is picking your pockets. Thankfully, I was there to remedy the situation.
When we returned to the apartment, we cleaned most of the ketchup off, but the coat needs to go into the laundry to get it completely.
If Ron would just catch up to me…