An Open Letter to the People Who Saw the Guys Stealing My Wallet on the 45 Stockton

What, did you think I didn't need it? That I have a wallet for amusement purposes only?

I know there's plenty of justifications for not getting involved -- two guys that are bigger than you shooting you a warning glance to keep your mouth shut, or maybe you think this will "teach me a lesson" -- but ya know, it all boils down to caring about the human being standing next to you on some basic level more than you care about the joker who's lifting her wallet.

Ya apathetic losers.

An Open Letter to the Guys Who Stole My Wallet

What, did you think I wouldn't notice?

And is it really worth all the trouble just to buy two BART passes? You know, for all the phone calls I had to make-and the trip to the DMV-it would have been better just to ask me for the $128 bucks. Given a choice, I would have sooner coughed up the dough.

And Jesus Christ, if you're going to lift someone's wallet on the 45 Stockton, couldn't you steal from the tourists? Do you know how embarrassing it is to admit I wasn't paying attention for the two minutes it took you to fish my wallet out?

And by the way, the DMV has a really crappy policy of NOT changing driver's license numbers unless you have proof of identity theft already occurring. Way to be pro-active! But that's another letter altogether.

So merry freakin' Christmas, assholes.