As a cherry on this WTF sundae, today I was mugged in broad daylight in a church courtyard. I live in an urban downtown area, right next to a very large church that takes up a whole city block.
I’d just gotten stamps to write letters to lonely old people (see [Charmingly Neurotic]’s entry), so I had my purse with me to put the stamps in so I could just go from there out to walk the dog. I was wearing my bag cross-body and looking at my phone mindlessly, sending texts while I let the dog do her thing in the flower beds. She loves the flower beds to do her business.
All of a sudden I heard footsteps running towards me and then I felt the sensation of being picked up from behind and slammed into the ground (thankfully, the ground of the dirt in the
flower bed and not the concrete). When I turned to look at who it was and what was happening, three things happened at once: (1) I saw a guy wearing a bandanna over his face and as I looked at him, he started wailing at my head and the side of my face with his clenched fist, (2) I heard him say, “Bitch, give me this!” as he began to pull at my purse, and (3) I finally realized that I was being mugged and I started screaming and the dog started barking like crazy!
As soon as I screamed, people came running. And I mean RUNNING!! A woman came and helped me up and the man she was with started running after the dude who attacked me. A man who had just been driving by stopped his van to come help out. Several other people started gathering around, but they could see that I was being helped so they went off in different directions.
The woman was so helpful and she picked me up off the dirt and helped me to a bench. She called 911. She made sure I was OK. She said she’d just seen me in the post office and then I remembered her and the man she was with.
The police came and wrote a report. The paramedics came and checked me out and asked me if I wanted to go to the ER. I was scared because the dude beat my head on the same side as my carotid dissection, but even though it was sore, I wasn’t bleeding, wasn’t having trouble seeing, was starting to swell a little, but the dude could have hit me sooooo much harder, I know. I am grateful that he was a pussy.
The police walked me back over to my building (it was just next door) and I got the woman’s contact information.
And now I’m a little nervous to walk the dog by myself so I have asked a guy to come over and walk with me on my dog walk.
Call me INSANE, but my next entry may just be a RAD.
Can life get even weirder?
I didn’t think so.
xox,
GS
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