nine years

[danceboy]

Well, after nine years and one month of being able to say "I've never had a problem where I live", I had one. On the T home from work, I was attacked by a young man who I believe was showing off how tough he is for a girl.

I'm fine. I have a very dramatic scrape along the side of my face. I need new glasses.

I'm trying to decide if this was actually a function of where I live or not. I'm currently leaning towards "no".

Comments

[aroraborealis.livejournal.com]

Oh, no! I'm so sorry to hear this happened. But I'm glad you're okay, and it sounds like he is, too. Are you planning to file any kind of report?

[danceboy.livejournal.com]

Are you planning to file any kind of report?

I already did. The transit police were surprisingly efficient. They even gave me a ride home (which sounded kind of silly when they suggested it, but was a really good idea by the time I started coming down off the adrenaline).

[aroraborealis.livejournal.com]

Good on you! When I was in my bike accident this summer, I didn't have my wits about me enough to either call the police or file any kind of report -- that adrenaline rush is a doozy, isn't it?

It sounds like you handled this as well as you could have. It sucks that it happened, and I hope that takes care of your random street adventures of this sort for at least the next 9 years, preferably more!

[danceboy.livejournal.com]

Inshallah. Thank you.