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

[desiringsubject.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Someone mugged my dad once. Like a 15 y/o skinny kid who picked up a branch or twig from a tree. If he had hit my dad in the head, there might have been problems, but hitting a man in suit (i.e. undershirt, shirt, suitjacket, AND overcoat, both with some kinds of stiffening and padding) in the back does nothing. Being like 5'6" and doing it to a 6'2" tower of large houseness that almost still is my dad and definitely was 15 years ago.

My dad just turned around, glowered, cursed him out and he ran away.

(That was the first time I learned my dad could curse!)

[danceboy.livejournal.com]

Alright, that's depressing.

I was thinking that it was like how martial artists famously make bad bouncers; you can be the deadliest guy in the world, but if you aren't a big primate some drunk and/or idiot will take a swing, then you have to hit back...

If larger guys (who might also be martial artists) aren't safe from random mishigas, then our species has some severe evolving to do.