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I've been unsuccessfully mugged twice.

First time was back in Uni when I was on my way home. The jist was a guy pulled out a penknife, demanded my wallet then tried to stab me when I said I didn't have one (I didn't). I happened to turn just as he thrust the knife at me and he ended up stabbing a library book though my bag which caused the knife blade to twist shut cutting up his fingers in the process. The shit thing was I had to pay for damage to the library book, so technically it was the education system who mugged me.

Second time was great. I went to visit a friend at a high-rise council flat one night and rode the elevator up to his floor. Like all council flat elevators this one was full of piss with a fresh puddle in the corner. Halfway up the elevator stopped and a sick looking druggy type stepped in, swaying and with lots of wobbly leg action. He proceeded to mug me but I guess the stress was too much because he passed out and collapsed halfway through his threatening speech, landing with a thump in the fresh puddle of piss. I had a laugh, continued up to my friends place and called an ambulance. We didn't hear the sirens for about 45 minutes so he must have been riding up and down in that elevator piss puddle the whole time. Oh well...
(Brundy, Wed 21 Jun 2006, 10:44, Reply)