So, like the idiot that I thought I wasn't, I told my friend: "nothing's gonna happen, let's just leave our backpacks on the bench".
We proceeded to play a round of frisbee--nothing too exotic for Retiro (if you're from the US).
Lo and behold, a half an hour into the frisbee tossing, two guys come up to us to tell us --in English and with rather unnative-like fluency-- that we weren't allowed to play frisbee in the park.
After listening for a half minute and thinking to myself "who the fluck is this guy?", I turn around to find my backpack (and semi-defective netbook) missing from the bench.
The end.
We proceeded to play a round of frisbee--nothing too exotic for Retiro (if you're from the US).
Lo and behold, a half an hour into the frisbee tossing, two guys come up to us to tell us --in English and with rather unnative-like fluency-- that we weren't allowed to play frisbee in the park.
After listening for a half minute and thinking to myself "who the fluck is this guy?", I turn around to find my backpack (and semi-defective netbook) missing from the bench.
The end.