Unwelcome man-on-man attention.

So I just posted a blog earlier but this was too ridiculous and you will all hear about it soon enough.
We went walking as we are wont to do, in search of the supermarket so we could stock up on provisions for our impending quest, and of course ended up in a less than reputable neighborhood. As we were walking under an overpass we heard the sound of several people following us down the path and our trio immediately went into defense mode. Defense mode, for those less than street-savvy amongst our readership, consists of the following:

AJ - Doing his best impression of a man you wouldn't want to scuffle with.

Bob - Immediately putting his hand in his valuables pocket to administer death grip around passport and loose cash.

Dean - Taking note of all blunt objects to be used as crude street weapons.

With our powers combined we still manage to not see the guy sneak up behind Bob and throw him in a one armed bear hug lifting him off the ground and jamming his free hand into Bobs pocket to fish out his belongings. AJ and I turn around at the sound of Bob's protest and see this absurd scene and as the man releases Bob and we give chase we see that he has dropped everything. I suppose the street value of Bob's dirty handkerchief, Sharpie and crumpled brochure just isn't what it used to be. We let the man get away, even though it would have made me feel infinitely better to kick the tar out of him in a dirty alleyway, however we thought it prudent to leave the area lest we attract more unwanted man-on-man attention.
So before the stories get out of hand, there it is.
Everyones fine.
Even Bob.

Until next time,
-Dean