The purse is more like a wallet. It has a strap that can cross over my body, or wrap around my wrist. Fortunately, I wasn't carrying it either way, or I'd likely have been hurt. The guy hit the wallet so fast, that he had it and was gone before I'd even registered what had happened. I was also quite thankful that I'd decided not to carry my camera that night. This little wallet purse, has a pocket that my camera fits in perfectly.
The reason that I say he didn't get much, was because I generally keep all my money in my pockets. Yes, since it was my first night on the island, I found that it was quite a simple matter to go without a purse at all.
I haven't reported this on the board before, because well . . you know how it goes. But since someone else was reporting these things I figured I might as well.
What really got to me was that it was early in the evening and right next to a bunch of tourists sitting out on a deck . . not to mention that the bas**** smiled at me, just before he hit the wallet. Of course, I'd smiled back . . but as he ran away I yelled after him . . . "All my money is in my pocket A**hole!".
Later my friends pointed out that yelling out where I actually keep the cash was not so smart. I was just so darned mad to think that my purse was going to be thrown away for nothing, except a few local phone numbers and a magnifier I use for reading menus. Damn, damn, damn.
It sickens me that this sort of thing is happening, that it happened that early, that it happened that close to town, that it happened in front of people, that I wasn't smart enough to read the situation before it occurred. So much for thinking I'm island savvy.