There’s a reason everyone you know is tweeting links to the New Yorker story about a master pickpocket, and that reason is: it’s amazing.
You can’t help but love the feats of thievery it describes—nabbing the sunglasses off someone’s face without them noticing, impressing a skeptical Penn Jillette to the point of profanity.
Plus there are the questions it raises about a career most of us have never considered: what kind of person would be so good at stealing things, and what kind of person would give those things back?
