Peter and I were out walking in the city today and decided to walk down a leafy street. I felt something wet on my back, but when I looked, I couldn't see anything. But something was wet in my hair. We crossed the street and a man and a woman called out to us. She showed me the back of Peter's shirt which was covered in a muddy substance and running down the back of his pants. She got out a tissue and offered to wipe it for us. Peter backed away as the woman went to wipe him. I took the tissue, said 'thank you', and wouldn't let her wipe us.
Peter was a dirty mess, and when he looked at my back, I had 'whatever' on my back as well. As we wouldn't let the couple near us, they walked away, but kept glancing over their shoulder. We caught a taxi and went back to the B&B. Our host was mortified when he saw the mess on our clothes and explained that was a scam where they would distract you and then steal your wallet while pretending to wipe you down. Peter was their target as he got the brunt of the goo. I was just collateral damage.
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