Picked

So you know how when you go abroad, people always warn you to watch your bags, keep them in front of you and things like that? Well, I followed the advice. I had my bag in front of me, kept a hand, if not at least an eye on it, and still, it wasn't enough.
Yes, everyone. I, Angela, have had my purse picked. The nice new, shiny Motorola Razor (or Razr if you have to be "cool" like that) that once belonged to my aunt is now probably somewhere on the Chinese cell phone black market. I can just imagine someone turning the thing on and thinking, "Why the heck are there so many baby pictures on here?"
So I emailed my sister and told her to tell mom, and have mom tell my aunt. Yes, I am, as always, being very indirect so as to avoid as much heat as possible. Though I get to see my uncle in a few days. I hope he isn't going to be too mad with me...
It also wouldn't have been so bad if something else had been taken as well. Then I could have said, "Yes, your phone and my [insert precious and treasured belonging of Angela's here] have both been stolen" instead of saying, "Well all of my stuff is here, thank god for that. Your phone, on the other hand..." Yahhhh, so, crap...