
So I had planned on burying this story deep in the darkest corner of my mind never to be considered, contemplated or, God forbid, discussed again. However, Jose and Monica have managed to convince me that it would be therapeutic for me to put it out there so that everyone can have a good laugh over it. So let the healing begin...
On Friday night, after an evening of dancing, smoozing and drinking, Jose ask Diego to take him home because he needed some sleep. Monica, Diego and I were still in the mood to party so we dropped Jose off at the house with the intention of hitting another club before calling it a night. As we were driving through central Heredia, a thought occurred to me. Monica and I had both mentioned how funny it would be to get a picture with one of the tranny hookers that frequent that part of town. It took Diego (who should have known better) only a minute to find two of them hanging out at an intersection. Monica and I jumped out of the car and I ask one of them if we could have a photo and she...he...it readily agreed. Unfortunately for me, as the picture (above) was being taken, the second tranny (back and to the right) managed to pick my wallet. I will pause while you catch your breath..............................................................o.k. Ready? They quickly disappeared into a taxi and by the time I realized that my wallet was gone, so were they. I called Jose and we went to the police station, showed the picture, canceled my credit card, and filled out a report. I have never heard another word about it and given the lack of credible investigative police work here, I probably never will. The good news is that I only had $28 in my wallet and they didn't access my account. So Rachel (Thank you baby, you hung the stars and moon) wired me some money and, in the end, the only real damage done was to my ego. I hope this torrid tale gives you all a little smile as you go about your day and I hope you remember this lesson so none of you will ever get pick-pocketed by a tran.....who am I kidding, only Monica and I could have put ourselves in such a ridiculous situation. So I guess a good laugh is the best I can hope for.