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desperanceNo, truly. I have been mugged.
By the world's most incompetent muggers.
I had been to the coast, to spend a happy evening with friends. I came home on the last metro, which stops infuriatingly on the wrong side of town, which adds ten or fifteen minutes to my walk home. (I should perhaps say that I live on totally the wrong side of town, the rough side, where the metro proper does not run; but it usually drops me on the fringes.)
I have lived over here for twenty-five years or so, and never ever felt physically threatened; it's been one of the pleasures, that I could dwell within a dodgy reputation without ever actually worrying about it.
No longer. As I walked home, I was aware of other people keeping pace, and vaguely entertained fantasies of being assaulted, as one does; but then suddenly this guy comes at me from an alley,with his hood up and a hand holding it tight across his face. He grabbed me, and I kind of assumed that he was in trouble, that his hand was masking a bloody nose or whatever; my heart sank, but I am a good citizen, I said, "What's up, what's the problem?"
He said nothing at all, but only held onto me until his friend had come up behind me (I think his friend had been following me from town, and I'm guessing that they'd been co-ordinating this on the phone, tho' I don't know); then he said, "Money. Now."
I said, "No."
Then there was tussling, and they knocked me over and hit me vaguely a couple of times; nothing hurt, either then or since. I was expecting knives, or at least a serious threat, but they just said "Money." So I said "I haven't got any fucking money, you wankers" (which is more or less true: actually I had fifteen quid or so, but they would have struggled to find it), and then they just ... went away.
How scared was I? This scared, exactly: that I walked the five minutes home, found my spare glasses, and went straight back to find my original pair, that had got knocked off in the tussling. Like that. They were pathetic.
I did have firm intentions of telling the police anyway, just on principle, to get it recorded; but, y'know, not now. Which almost certainly means not tomorrow either, which means of course not at all. Right now I want to go to bed, and tomorrow I have work to do...
By the world's most incompetent muggers.
I had been to the coast, to spend a happy evening with friends. I came home on the last metro, which stops infuriatingly on the wrong side of town, which adds ten or fifteen minutes to my walk home. (I should perhaps say that I live on totally the wrong side of town, the rough side, where the metro proper does not run; but it usually drops me on the fringes.)
I have lived over here for twenty-five years or so, and never ever felt physically threatened; it's been one of the pleasures, that I could dwell within a dodgy reputation without ever actually worrying about it.
No longer. As I walked home, I was aware of other people keeping pace, and vaguely entertained fantasies of being assaulted, as one does; but then suddenly this guy comes at me from an alley,with his hood up and a hand holding it tight across his face. He grabbed me, and I kind of assumed that he was in trouble, that his hand was masking a bloody nose or whatever; my heart sank, but I am a good citizen, I said, "What's up, what's the problem?"
He said nothing at all, but only held onto me until his friend had come up behind me (I think his friend had been following me from town, and I'm guessing that they'd been co-ordinating this on the phone, tho' I don't know); then he said, "Money. Now."
I said, "No."
Then there was tussling, and they knocked me over and hit me vaguely a couple of times; nothing hurt, either then or since. I was expecting knives, or at least a serious threat, but they just said "Money." So I said "I haven't got any fucking money, you wankers" (which is more or less true: actually I had fifteen quid or so, but they would have struggled to find it), and then they just ... went away.
How scared was I? This scared, exactly: that I walked the five minutes home, found my spare glasses, and went straight back to find my original pair, that had got knocked off in the tussling. Like that. They were pathetic.
I did have firm intentions of telling the police anyway, just on principle, to get it recorded; but, y'know, not now. Which almost certainly means not tomorrow either, which means of course not at all. Right now I want to go to bed, and tomorrow I have work to do...
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Date: 2009-01-24 03:29 am (UTC)