Yeah, that's definitely one way to describe him. The same friend likes to show up to vacations and leave the country for months at a time without any notice. On the theme of pickpockets however, I once had my wallet picked out of my back pocket by a resident of a retirement home. I worked there at the "4 star" restaurant and ended my shift without my billfold. I was leaning over the table pouring water for a customer when I felt the glance of the hostesses hand tap my ass on the way to another table. When I turned around to give her a look, it was actually a group of residents (senior citizens) looking wobbly and innocent enough that I didn't pay any mind to what they looked like. I didn't feel like embarrassing a customer by acknowledging the fact that my ass had been handled. By the time I was trying to pay for my dinner at whataburger, my wallet was gone and I had no recognition of the wrinkly face that had done me in. Sorry for all of the thieving stories, I don't try to make these things happen.