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ok folks! share your tales of horror and heroism! several years ago my friend and i had a run in with a couple of inept amatuer mugger-wanabes... we were walking to the bus stop, coming home, in broad daylight, (like the early afternoon) on a major, busy city street... ...these 2 dumbasses a few years older than us came up to us and told us to to give them our money trying to be diplomatic, we told them we didn't have any.. then one of them reached for my back pocket (i carry my wallet in my front pocket), and didn't feel anything upon his patting my ass, considering it was a busy main street in broad daylight and they didn't even pretend to be armed, i said something like "what are you doing?" and walked away at a normal pace shaking my head.... my friend (who usually acted much 'tougher' than me) ran away across the street hehe.. (i felt VERY cool at the time :)) ..then a couple years later a hooligan stole my other friends halloween candy as we were just about to finish the night.. he was waiting at a corner, asked for the time, and when my friend chekced his watch, the guy grabbed his plastic bag and ran away with it so fast he left the handle in my friends hand.. he fled to a waiting getaway vehichle full of rowdy teens, a volvo station wagon i believe BUT the joke was on him! we had just dropped off our heavy bags of candy at my house and picked up new empty bags to go for a final stretch around my block, so there was a grand total of ONE tiny chocolate in the bag ehehe... and it was poisoned... |
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"BUT the joke was on him!" bwahahaha, posioned eh? |
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ahh, theres nothing like hearing a bit of poetic justice to put a smile on my face :) |
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i was in paris and my dad crossed the street to look in a store window. his camcorder was hanging off his back and this guy walked up and sort of did a double take. and then on a whim i guess he decided he would snatch the camcorder. he grabbed at it and i calmly went "hey, dad, that guys going to mug you" and he turned and looked at the guy. the guy sort of walked in a circle and then began walking in the other direction as if nothing had happened. weird french people. |
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cmon... more of you must have tales to share... why considering what bad-ass late-night deep-urban party scene hipsters we all are.. |
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when I was 12 some older pikey kid grabbed posters out of my hand and sadi "I won't give them back if you don't give me some money" me - "keep, em, I don't really care they were free!" (with a smirk on my face) I got hit quite hard in the face...but some security guard chased him off |
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my friend had just bought a quater of weed and before he could put it in his pocket or anything some fucker came and tried to snatch that shit. he grabbed the bag of weed and my and friend was like "fuck off!!!!!!!!!!", and the dude that tried to grab the herbals just let go and backed off kinda slowly. it was wierd. ha |
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A friend of mine was being followed by some guy in central London. He started running after her and pulled a knife. Being a dancer though, she's pretty fit and managed to pick up enough speed to leave him behind. Close thing though, the tip of the knife just scratched the back of her neck... |
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proud to say i've never been mugged *knocks on wood* |
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all in the same neighborhood in minneapolis, between the ages of 13 and 16... first time me and two buddies were out past dunset, desperate to find some smoke as we nothing better to do. dude on bike said he could get some, that we should meet him, in front of birchwood cafe in ten. when we got there, there was a different kid, who told us to sit tight. then after a while he was like alright, lets go into the alley (you know, the dark secluded one, under the burnt light post). this is where you stop to sympathize, we were just plain dumb at that age. half suspicious, but most hopeful, we followed him into the alley to meet a group of three or four, and the same number came in from behind. we pretty much knew we were fucked by then, but rather than try to escape my buddy with the cash pulled out his wallet as if we were still gonna make a deal. dude grabbed the wallet and punched my friend. about half the group jumped him, the other half jumped other friend of mine, and i figure they left me alone because i looked half my age (i'm a fairly little guy, young face). i don't usually have much in the way of bravery, but i was in shock and spontaneously jumped on the back of a large fellow who was pounding my buddy's face to a bloody broken mess. the guy basically nudged his arm and sent me flying across the alley, so i went into the cafe and phoned the cops. less than a hundred was lost, frank's nose was crooked. second time we were walking down a street in broad daylight, not a part of the neighborhood known for its crime. dude was dressed in nothing but various shades of blue, rags and all, talks some getto to us from beneath a oldschool two foot afro. pressures us to buy weed from him. we avoid him, tell him maybe we'd come back once we got our money, but he saw through it. we were dressed well, my friend had polo gear on and we all carried coca-cola bottles. smoking cigarretes. we kept walking and a little ways down we come face to face with this guy. "you don't want no drama, em |
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empty yo pockets," very calmy, professional like while he gripped a LARGE knife handle in his pocket. we obeyed, lossing a good load of cigaretts and money, my friends nice butterfly knife (he wasn't about to try anything with this guy who was twice our shrimp size). i lost a dime bag. he said with the same cool voice something like "get along now." third time it was me and a single buddy, three girls. as we walked past mathew's park we noticed 60-80 young men in red, riding bicycles and playing besketballs. for some reason these "bloods" (word is the local bloods are not actually affiliated with the larger known gang, basically posers who can get away with it cause there are no "real" bloods in town). we turned around and tried to walk away without being noticed. we thought we were good, but as we were passing in front of the 25th street market a group of about seven of these kids confronted us, bumping into us, asking us where we were headed. everybody but me just kept walking and went into the store, but i was so high (at that age and size i would become incompacitated when i smoked) that i stood there in a daze. kid put his hand in his crotch under his shirt like he was holding a gun. not sure if he was bluffing or not, but without the gun aspect i wouldn't have actes any different. they took my wallet, went through everything in it. gave it back. they left. the store owner came out with a big old hand gun mumbling something about being upset he didn't catch the niggers in time. he was in the wrong fucking neighborhood. latter i went through my wallet. my few dollars were there. my subway stamps were gone. |
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"this is where you stop sympathizing, we were just plain dumb at that age. " |
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LOL they stole subway stamps. I walking through a park when I was younger and some chick came flying out of the woods and grabbed my hat. She then gave it to some guy that was sitting in the shadows. He said that I either give him 5 bucks or I dont get my hat back, so I figited around in my pockets for a second, walk foward and kicked the guy in the face and ran like a mother fucker. It was sooo worth getting my had stolen! |
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oh yeah. my uncle was getting on the subway in NYC and a guy "accidently" bumped into him. he got on the train, the doors closed, and he was two hundred dollars and one wallet lighter. |
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what the fuck jupitah, either you know something i don't, or we have a fuckin subway in minneapolis? |
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maybe you mean bus passes |
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never been mugged but last weekend i was in chicago and some dude squirted some shit on my shoes and then told me that he had to finish the job, so he gave me a shoe shine. then he said its $8 a shoe. i was like "what the fuck?" got in a small argument with him, handed him two bucks and left. thats it. who knows maybe i will be mugged tonight, if so, i will report it promptly. |
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lol! if it were passes for a subway ride i'd think i had lost something of value. the humor is that these were SubWay stamps--as in the restaurant! i had three of the 12 needed for a free 6" sandwhich with the purchase of a soda. it was like stealing empty soda cans. |
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hah. thats almost as bad as jerry stealing a marble rye from an old lady on Seinfeld. "give me the bread ya old hag!" |
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it was worse i tell you! |
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