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Originally Posted by bloody_ribcut
so they just attacked you out of nowhere? or after they asked for food?
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As I approached the bus shelter, I could see the three of them- youngish street thug types who has obviously been there quite some time getting shitfaced. They were yelling at passing cars and I knew I didn't want to deal with them at all, so I stood down at the corner, a quarter of a block away and attempted to ignore them. I was holding a full bag of groceries and eating a chicken strip I had gotten at the store.
The leader of the bunch, a wiry guy about 4 or 5 inches taller than me and 30 years my junior started yelling at me to come over and share what I had. I still ignored them, but he got louder and louder and started cursing at me. I figured I should say something, and maybe he'd shut up, so I said no thanks, I'm fine, just waiting for the bus.
This was apparently the wrong answer, as he then came over and told me I'd better hand over the chicken. I said I don't think so, and he started hitting me in the face and stomach, knocking off my glasses. I was pretty handicapped, holding this huge bag of groceries, but I knew I wasn't letting go of it because I can't afford to lose a week's worth of food. I bent over to pick up my glasses and he started hitting me in the back of my head, repeatedly. I was taggered, but I knew I wasn't going to go down and let them grab my groceries, so I took my cell phone out of my pocket. The guy tried to grab that, but I wasn't going to let him have that either, and I managed to punch 911 and told the lady that answered that I was at he corner of so and so and this guy is beating the crap out of me.
And the assholes ran away.
I ended up with some lumps on my head and bruises on my chest that hurt for several days, but I did get a ride home in a cop car.