Although I'm sure that all big cities have a fair amount of pickpockets, tonight was the first time I've encountered any. So I wanted to just recount the story in order let expats know about at least one scenario to be aware of.
I was riding a very crowded 55 colectivo from Palermo to Parque Centrario. A very short older man who couldn't reach the top horizontal bars kept inching over in front of me in order to hold onto a vertical bar. Shortly after that he pushed himself against me and in between myself and my friend, which didn't seem sketchy because the bus was very crowded. But there was quite a bit of room in the back, so we couldn't figure out why he wouldn't move back there. I was squished between about 5 people near the middle exit. Then his accomplice, who was an older female (they were probably both in their late 50s or early 60s), stuck her hand in my pocket. I felt it, yelled "hey," and then grabbed for her hands since I thought she had gotten my camera from my pocket. She fell backwards and said that the senor had stuck his hand in my pocket. I figured out they hadn't gotten anything, and got off the bus. They also got off the bus, I think because the whole bus was alerted to what they just attempted to do. They walked around the corner, then turned around and went back to a bus stop, presumably to get on another bus to try again.
I really am not trying to make people paranoid, but for me, this just reaffirms how important it is to be aware of what's happening around you.
I was riding a very crowded 55 colectivo from Palermo to Parque Centrario. A very short older man who couldn't reach the top horizontal bars kept inching over in front of me in order to hold onto a vertical bar. Shortly after that he pushed himself against me and in between myself and my friend, which didn't seem sketchy because the bus was very crowded. But there was quite a bit of room in the back, so we couldn't figure out why he wouldn't move back there. I was squished between about 5 people near the middle exit. Then his accomplice, who was an older female (they were probably both in their late 50s or early 60s), stuck her hand in my pocket. I felt it, yelled "hey," and then grabbed for her hands since I thought she had gotten my camera from my pocket. She fell backwards and said that the senor had stuck his hand in my pocket. I figured out they hadn't gotten anything, and got off the bus. They also got off the bus, I think because the whole bus was alerted to what they just attempted to do. They walked around the corner, then turned around and went back to a bus stop, presumably to get on another bus to try again.
I really am not trying to make people paranoid, but for me, this just reaffirms how important it is to be aware of what's happening around you.