Coincidentally...
Was 'semi-mugged' today on the way back from my lunch break.

Was strolling back to the office through the deserted 'Leisure Park' in Stevenage after a lunchtime pint when I notice 3 tracksuit-clad chavs swaggering toward me. A vague panic sets in, and not wanting to appear a coward (to the other non-existant people in the Leisure Park) for no real reason, I decide to keeping walking in their direction (as it is the way to my office anyway). As we pass each other, one of them grabs me by the arm, reeking of cheap aftershave (probably from one of those Argos selection boxes) and his 9ct gold necklaces reflecting the sun into my eyes. Like a cheap 21 year old white Mr T, he growls:

"gimme yo' phone mate".
Me: "yeah whatever, let me keep my SIM though, there's no credit on it anyway and i want my numbers"
Chave Tw@t: "whatever mate, just give us yo' phone".

Cue me fumbling with SIM card..his mates are shufling in their shoes, this obviously taking more time then they are comfortable with.

"here you go dude, happy?" says me, handing over my mobile.
Chave Tw@t: "ROFL, LOL, LMAO etc etc"
(I don't think they like my phone...)
Chave Tw@t: "Keep it mate, get a better one for next time"
(Next time?)
Me: "you're not impressed with my phone?"
Chave Tw@t: "you've chewed the f*cking aerial to pieces and it's a piece of shit anyway".
Chave Tw@t: "see ya"
Me: "hope not"

We go our separate ways and I head back to the office to write this.

I actually felt kinda crap after that, I don't even have good enough stuff for chavs to want to steal... D'oh
(small-non-bearded-gentleman-of-indistinguishable-origin, Fri 16 Jun 2006, 14:49, Reply)