Someone tried to mug me yesterday - well, pick my pocket anyway. Alhamdulliah, they didn't get anything ;)
I went to the post office and I took a cane for the first time. I'm okay walking, but any standing, stepping up/down, etc is painful. So, there I am, a round grandmotherly type with a cane. Easy picken's, oh yeah.
Oh, not LOL
I am ALWAYS aware of what's around me, I mean, I knotice where people are in relation to me, who's acting weird, who's not looking etc. I came away from the P.O. and the street was clear for several yards. I was basiclly in a little pocket of open. I look to the side (looking for Trish, who came to visit) and WHAM! Some boyo smacks into my front.
If he'd caught me standing, I would have fallen for sure. But I was walking, so was balanced out well. I didn't fall, although I grunted from the jolt to my spine.
My first thought was 'where the hell did he come from?' cause I'm telling you, no one was close to me. He HAD to have swerved and come on me quick. My second thought was 'His hand is damn close to my purse' (go me, he was still standing in front of me when I thought this). He's say 'oh, excuse me, madam, excuse me.'
I glare at him, and he moves on. I turn and watch him. He manages not to bump into anyone else. I check my purse. Everything is still there. I check my rings, all accounted for.
I wear my purse across my shoulders (over my neck) for the very purpose of not getting it snatched. I have a courier bag, so its got a thick strong strap. I wear it really low on my hip, even I have to pull it up to get inside. I think he just couldn't reach deep enough to get my wallet.
What he didn't know is, if anything had been missing, I WOULD have chanced his punk ass down. and I am fully aware of how much damage a cane can do -- its pretty much a large baton -- strong thick wood with a freeking big hook on the end. Dude. don't mess with the grandma, or that hook is going around A) your neck, or if you're running B) your ankle. Seriously fuck you up dude.
We need more grandmas fighting back!
I went to the post office and I took a cane for the first time. I'm okay walking, but any standing, stepping up/down, etc is painful. So, there I am, a round grandmotherly type with a cane. Easy picken's, oh yeah.
Oh, not LOL
I am ALWAYS aware of what's around me, I mean, I knotice where people are in relation to me, who's acting weird, who's not looking etc. I came away from the P.O. and the street was clear for several yards. I was basiclly in a little pocket of open. I look to the side (looking for Trish, who came to visit) and WHAM! Some boyo smacks into my front.
If he'd caught me standing, I would have fallen for sure. But I was walking, so was balanced out well. I didn't fall, although I grunted from the jolt to my spine.
My first thought was 'where the hell did he come from?' cause I'm telling you, no one was close to me. He HAD to have swerved and come on me quick. My second thought was 'His hand is damn close to my purse' (go me, he was still standing in front of me when I thought this). He's say 'oh, excuse me, madam, excuse me.'
I glare at him, and he moves on. I turn and watch him. He manages not to bump into anyone else. I check my purse. Everything is still there. I check my rings, all accounted for.
I wear my purse across my shoulders (over my neck) for the very purpose of not getting it snatched. I have a courier bag, so its got a thick strong strap. I wear it really low on my hip, even I have to pull it up to get inside. I think he just couldn't reach deep enough to get my wallet.
What he didn't know is, if anything had been missing, I WOULD have chanced his punk ass down. and I am fully aware of how much damage a cane can do -- its pretty much a large baton -- strong thick wood with a freeking big hook on the end. Dude. don't mess with the grandma, or that hook is going around A) your neck, or if you're running B) your ankle. Seriously fuck you up dude.
We need more grandmas fighting back!