Don't Throw Your Baby At Me

I was reading something on the Internet about Rome, and about how these dodgy gypsies have all sorts of little tricks they play on unsuspecting tourists in order to steal from them. One of the scams, apparently, is that a woman will toss her baby at you and, if you have any heart at all, you'll catch it. I guess in the process you either drop all of your belongings, or maybe an accomplice gypsy uses the distraction to rob you blind. I'm not sure of the details. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that if anyone throws a baby at me, I'm just going to let it hit the ground. I don't even like babies that much, so, you know. If you don't want your baby dropped on the ground, you probably shouldn't go tossing it around. That's my theory.

I don't know where I was going with this. I guess I'm just trying to illustrate one of the many, many things I am stressing out about right now. What to pack, what to wear, what possible ways gypsies might try to steal my passport. I think I need a Xanax.