Last night

So I'm out in Greenwich Village last night with Nic and Jenny and we ate dinner at a great little place on the corner of Cool and Cooler. After dinner we stopped by a bar for some live music and drinks. The way the bar was set up, we were sitting facing out toward the street, and it was "open air." Basically, this means that anyone on the street can reach out and touch us, talk to us, heckle us, whatever. So I have my blackberry sitting on the ledge and this bum walks up to us begging for money. Quick as a bunny, I snatch my blackberry up and reach it behind my back asking Nicole if there's something sticking to the back of my shirt. The bum gets all kinds of offended and says to me, "I wasn't going to steal your phone. If there's one thing I don't do, it's steal." I continued to ignore him until he walked away. Then I thought, "Um, sir? You were just begging me for money. I don't think it's so far-fetched to think you might steal my phone." I hate when bums make me feel bad about the way I act. I have enough problems with the way I act without bums calling me out on it.

* addendum - I should probably add that this guy wasn't a "real" bum. He was more like one of those jerks that just makes people feel bad. I'm not that insensitive.