When the Crack Heads Come Out to Play

Part One

I got mugged the other night.

Almost. But it was still pretty terrifying. It was around six thirty at night, and I was walking toward my work building in Downtown, when some guy in an olive green t-shirt and matching flannel pajama pants got up and asked me if I had any change.

I responded, "No, I don't have cash. Sorry."

He looked me up and down and said, "Really? Are you serious?" As he was saying that, he continued to follow me and look me over as I was walking away so I put my hand up and told him that no, I didn't have money, and he needed to get out of my face.

I thought I had shaken him off, because he was no longer walking next to me and talking into my face. When I looked into the reflection of one of the buildings, however, I saw that he was right behind me following me with his eyes on my wallet in my hand.

So I turned around and stormed at him yelling, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!"

Like the true mad woman that I really am. The guy seemed pretty startled and took a couple steps back. That was when I heard a man's voice in the distance yelling, "Ey! What's going on over there??" I think that, combined with my bat shit crazy confrontation, compelled the guy to take off running.

I continued to walk off. I couldn't be phased by a mere mugger. I had a party to get to. Plus, I didn't think I was ever going to see him again.

I was wrong.

8 comments:

  1. Whoa, that's scary! Good for you for yelling at him and going crazy. I don't know if I would have been able to do that. Anyway, glad you're okay! Can't wait to read Part Two.

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    1. Thank you Lauren! I think you would be surprised if (God forbid) you are ever stuck in that situation. Instincts are a lot stronger than our inhibitions.

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    1. Haha, suspense no more! Part two is now posted!

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  3. Crazy!!

    Saw this via 20something Bloggers...

    I used to work on Bishop street and would ask our building security to escort me out the building while I walked to the parking garage.

    A co-worker of mine had a guy take him to an ATM so he could get "change".

    Downtown Honolulu can definitely be a scary place!

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    1. I know right? I hate walking around there at night. None of my coworkers allow me to take the bus at night because they don't want something like this to happen to me.

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  4. Now I remeber why your blog is one of my favorites.
    Haven't been around for awhile and I'm stopping by to say hello.

    In situations like these, I never even talk to anyone. I just keep walking. That might not have helped this time....but yeah. Figured I'd say it anyway.
    Off to read part 2!

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