I was mugged. All of a sudden, this five-foot-two chick was taking my wallet. Later, I couldn’t even tell the police what she had been wearing, but I remembered her voice, so deep and strange, sort of artificial. Or maybe it was my ears–my hearing may have been thrown off by the circumstances.
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I tried to stop her, but she said, “I’ve got a gun, bitch!” So of course I got out of the way. All she got was 20 dollars, but what pisses me off is that I didn’t say anything except “Give it back!” And when she said that about having a gun, I said, “No, you don’t!” I’m sure she wasn’t too scared of me.
I would have done it, too. I would have put a curse on her, but she took off like a shot after she got my wallet. Now I’m stuck having I-wish-I-had-thought-of-that-then conversations with myself. I wish I could tell myself that I chose to turn the other cheek, but I know I didn’t. –Melissa King
