MuggedYour Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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About the closest I've come to being mugged (so I thought)I was in downtown Atlanta a few years ago, walking with my morning coffee from my hotel to a convention. Determined to not be targeted as an out-of-towner, I brush up on my big-city dead-ahead tuned-out gaze.
Soon came the inevitable: "Hey! Excuse me, sir?"
Panhandlers. Just ignore them, they usually ask only once.
"Sir? Hey! Sir!"
Persistent, this one. Just ignore, no eye contact, just keep going.
"Sir! Hey sir!" He's right behind me now, so I spin around, ready to fight, amazed that a panhandler/mugger would be that bold on a busy sidewalk.
"WHAT?!?"
"Where'd you get that coffee?"
"There's a Starbucks down the street."
"Hey, thanks, man!" He turns and goes the other way.
Paranoid? Me?
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setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 17:16,
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