June18
Several weeks ago, I was walking on a street in my neighborhood in Shanghai that is neither especially busy nor especially quiet. In front of me were two girls in their late teens, and in front of them a 20-ish guy carrying his briefcase and listening to his mp3 player. A man in his early 40s or so squeezed past the two girls and started unzipping a pocket on the guy’s bag. I was a little more alert than the last time I saw a thief on the road, and shouted, “Hey!”
I hoped to get the attention of the guy about to be robbed, but ended up only attracting a glare from the pickpocket. He apparently didn’t know who had shouted, and just glared over his shoulder in a general backward direction.
And then promptly turned back to his task.
This time, before I could say anything, one of the girls in front of me voiced a somewhat weaker protest than I had, but it still got the thief’s attention. He turned back and raised his fist to her and shouted, “What are you ‘hey-hey-hey-ing’ about?!”
The girls stopped, obviously intimidated by his threat. I stopped beside them, right at the shoulder of the girl nearest me, and just stared at the guy, saying nothing. He seemed to back off when someone closer to his own age joined in — or perhaps he was just surprised to see a foreigner bother to get involved. Either way, he lowered his fist and walked away.
I walked on a little further with the girls, telling them that even thought they did the right thing, they should be careful in such situations.
Several days later, I was walking on the same stretch of road and happened to see the would-be thief again. He was crossing a road — I couldn’t tell if he was just getting started on his day’s “work” or just finishing. He saw me out of the corner of his eye, then turned toward me, nodded a greeting, and crossed the road.
It seems I’ve made a new friend.