Yes. It’s true !! I was almost robbed today.
The story started yesterday when Jesus (Blessed be his speed of working) asked me to go with him this morning to choose tiles for the rear of the apartment. So off we went, up the mountain side to Cortes de la Frontera. Being Jesus (Blessed be his wine making) stopped on the way to show me his vineyard, his wife and his bar. Jesus (Blessed be his opening hours) has his hand in much more than building work. He parked the car outside of the bank, which was great, because I needed to go to the ATM/cash point where I withdrew €300/US$330. Jesus (Blessed be his wicker basket full of rolls of coins) had to go into the bank to deposit the coins. So sitting on a window ledge next to the bank, I waited and waited. Then she appeared from seemingly nowhere.
A young lady,
a pretty little thing whic h, of course, I didn’t notice came up to me with a clip board in her hand and asked me to sign for a cause, which I did. Then she kept asking for my ID to write my name on the petition. I removed my wallet from the pocket of my butt ( that should get Marsha and Elisa excited) and took out my green Residencia card. (By the way, my wallet is not normally open with euros hanging out of it in my butt pocket as in the post photograph). So, I took out my card and she flustered around dropping it onto the pavement/side walk. Her clip board passed over my wallet and straight away I saw that nine €50 notes had gone.
She was totally submissive as I searched her
not a full stripped body search hand, bag and finally the back of her clip board which had a pocket, in which were my €50 notes. As I was counting them and returning them to my wallet she had walked off around the corner. I followed but no sign of her.
Jesus (Blessed be his now empty wicker basket) came out of the bank. I took him up to La Fuenta Bar to see Sara who translated my story to Jesus (Blessed be his paying for the coffees). He wanted me to denounce her at the Guardia Civil (Police) but I was very reluctant for two reasons. I had spent hours making statements denouncing a noisy neighbour (who has been quiet ever since) and I didn’t want to go through all that again. Anyway, I got my money back !! Secondly, even though she may be part of a gang, I believe that she may have been forced into robbing people. I wish I could have sat down and had a coffee with her to talk about why and so forth. Jesus (Blessed be his contacts in the Guardia Civil) said that he would talk to the Police for me.
We then went on and chose the tiles.
Bluefish Way Poetry blog is no more. I had to make it Private, not for saucy poem reasons, but as it is a dot com I cannot delete it immediately. The domain runs out in August. I have exported all the contents into this blog.
Now that there is poetry mixed in with other posts I have created Categories which you can find and use on my sidebar. I have been busy and will visit your new posts when I can. I am so sorry that I am way behind with my visits.
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