Daylight Robbery

“Excuse me, do you speak English?”

The old man standing on a corner behind L’Opéra approached me in a non-threatening way and continued when I nodded.

“I’m from New York; I’ve just been robbed!”

Pregnant pause... I questioned him. I was suspicious; I knew what it was like round there.

“Wow, that’s awful! Take everything you had?”

“Yeah, made off with my wallet.”

“Absolutely everything?” I asked quizzically.

“Except this ten Euro bill.” He indicated the note in his left hand.

“I accept, thanks.” I took the note and walked off, adding “Not your lucky day, is it sir!”