Apparently, the purported vendors were doing a push. That's where I ask you, all friendly-like, "What's your name?"
If you tell me, (and what tourist doesn't answer a question like that in broad daylight?), I write that name on a CD.
(Sometimes it's written in a fancy graffiti like manner, very stylish)
BUT now I tell you, in a NOT-so-nice,
don't try to screw with me, manner, that this is now
your CD and to hand over ten bucks. Before you can say "Piss off" one or more vendor friends press in. No weapons are shown, but the message is clear.
Ten. Bucks. Now.
As the Russians say : the vendor has a nice smile and iron teeth.
You reach for your wallet. Pay the nice man. Poof. You're free.
For the vendors, it's rinse, lather and repeat as necessary.
The escalator heist is an easy one. When my partner and I spot a mark - a single female shopping on her own - I get on the escalator just in front of her. Maybe I even bump her to do it. Now I turn around --everyone watching thinks I am about to apologize-- instead I show my gun and say "give it up". My partner, who is right behind the victim, presses something, even a fist, against her back.
The exchange is made. We reach the top of the escalator. We know the store so well we could run through it in the dark. Even if the victim yells her head off, we are gone and coolly shopping, just another couple of faces in the crowd.
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It really helps your world knowledge if you eat lunch with cops and detectives.
Pictured above is just another beat cop in the best city in the world.
Joe(no doughnuts)Nation