Sep 13, 2009 15:18
I worry about my mum. She's got No Clue :/
Today we went to see original medieval wall paintings, in a posh area of Peterborough and there were some weird people about, and I realised it was because of the paintings and they were beggars, so told mum not to talk to them.
Mum was walking up this road with me, doing her rummaging in her bag for her car keys, Rummage rummage. This guy comes down the road in front of us, he's in weird clothes and I can see him looking at mum intently. I walk by him fast and look around and he's started talking to mum, and my mum, thick as shit, is chatting away, while he is basically itching and staring at her bag, leaning over and getting ready to grab it.
I hurry over, and this dude has two massive great scars on his face and is going on about how he's just got out of prison and how he's going into town, and I'm seeing he's just trying to distract or intimidate mum, because as soon as I get there he takes more than a step back.
He then looks at me, then back at mum asks for money, and I'm all "NO. LOVELY TO SEE YOU BYE"
While my THICK MOTHER goes "Ooh, err.. one sec" and GOES FOR HER PURSE.
I grab her and haul her away, and she's all "oh, I think I had some change..."
Course, she is surprised that a "beggar" was there. I explained he was probably a mugger, to be honest. Her reply? "But it's such a nice area!"
To which I responded "yeah, cos muggers get loads of cash from poor people, you thick woman."
At least I was there, I guess. It definitely threw him off that I turned and came back.