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Robbery in motion- off the bus onto the tube

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So I am on the tube and I see 5 young “yobs” which is the best description of hooded 18-20 year olds travelling in a pack causing trouble. They push through the train and I go back to reading.

They get off at my stop and threw something at a young woman and banged on the tube doors.

I’m usually reading a book, but I decide this is a better time to be wary, put my book away, place my bag over my shoulder properly, and uncap my pen and hold it in my fist inside my pocket.

I check into the tube to see the two bewilldered girls and look back up at the youth laughing and then running up the stairs.

I follow warily, and they cross the street in front of me. The blockbuster they tried to go into is closed, and I walk past them, checking inside the windowpanes for anyone getting close to me. I’m not nervous, but calculating.

I see a young woman with a large cary bag on my left going to her car as I walk past and I think to myself, dangerous target, I hope she is wary too. I kept going.

I’m half a block away and I hear the pelting and running of the youth, laughing as they rush past me, followed quickly by screams for help “I’ll give you anything, money, whatever you want, pleeaaaseee” she continuously screams.

I run after the youth half heartedly, trying to keep contact and within visual range, but aware I’m all by myself, with a bag, a plastic pen, and a nice suite…

A truck pulls in with two guys looking out, I wave at them, they are around the corner, and I rush in… it’s a blind alleyway, 5 little criminals, darkness, and me. I stay back. The guys in the truck observe then drive away.

I walk back and two of the young guys are lurking in the bush, I move towards them and they run off… neither had the bag, what’s the point?

Now a little group of people gather around the frantic woman, it has all her keys, wallet, all her work on her laptop, she is alone… no shoes on.

We’re standing there and a yobbish looking bloke tries to saunter out across the green, the place they had run into was a culdesac, the only exit was to launch over a security fence onto the tube lines. I can’t recognize him, but I stop him. He gets irrate with me. I tell him he looks like one of the guys who was part of it. He claims innocence, gets angry with me for accusing him of “looking like a criminal” and says “he would never cause a young woman so much misery” he then asks for a fag and one of the guys gives him one, some of the women who have gathered apologize to him and say no one was accusing him.

I walk up and say, “what are you doing here.”

“Visiting a friend.”

“What is his name?”

“Punch you…”

“Go ahead, that would make things a lot easier.”

“Charlie Hackle, punch you is his tag.”

“Fuck off.”

He goes around and mingles and then walks off. I’m annoyed, I should grab the fucker, but really, what’s my interest? He’ll deny it, no one saw him do anything, he has no bag on him, the victim doesn’t recognize him… Still I should have grabbed him till the cops came, the others aren’t as keen though.

The cops come, calm the lady down. I go to the tube station to see if any of them have tried to go back.

We mill around waiting for the cops, but they don’t need any statements unless we actually witnessed the snatch. None of us have. I offer to escort the attractive blonde home, she’s nervous. I give her my card, we walk, she’s from Brazil, USA, Birmingham. She’d never been robbed once in Brazil, or in the states, in Birmingham she was mugged twice and burgled once.

An aspiring actress, was rather pleased to meet her. But I’m still aggravated. I made the right calculation, the 5 of them could have beat me down and probably enjoyed caving my head in, but I was still tempted to run in, although I am pretty certain most people would have watched me get shit kicked.

I have decided I did what I could, that I would have done more if a vigilante crew had formed, but my philosophy of a fight is finish the fuckers hard, so I’d probably be in a jail cell with a ruined suit and a black eye with the laptop still gone, and my bag too…

So I’ve decided next time I’m in a situation like that I’ll aim for a preventative approach. I’ll take the warnings and stay with the woman instead of walking past and minding my own business. I knew she was a good target, and I should have taken responsibility for that.

Still hoping the attractive brazilian girl gives me a call…


Written by rexinfinite

November 9, 2006 at 12:12 pm

Posted in depressing, life story

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  1. yup – you shouldve offered to help carry her bags early on and the whole incident wouldnt have happened…


    November 9, 2006 at 12:56 pm

  2. She was 27, it was one bag, she was next to her car, it was parked outside the tube station, directly across the street. Not exactly a “can I hold your bag” kinda situation.

    I could have walked slower, maybe checked out the store window. She’d probably have thought I was stalking her, but then at least she would have been wary.


    November 9, 2006 at 1:07 pm

  3. That is a horrid story but as lovely as I’m sure you are I imagine that as you mentioned a girl would be very wary of a guy hanging around (even in a nice suit) and perhaps wouldn’t jump with joy over the offer to carry her bags for her.

    igotlife, I can imagine you offering to carry her bags then getting completely fucked off telling her that she was ungrateful when she said no!

    unique forms

    November 10, 2006 at 2:44 am

  4. unique forms – she was a woman so would clearly have been very receptive to my attention!


    November 10, 2006 at 9:45 am

  5. If only there were more guys in the world that actually cared about us single women on their own! Luckily I’ve never been mugged, but I have been in situations where I’ve felt threatened by odd balls around me and I would have welcomed someone like you to rescue me as it were! You could have stayed with her from the beginning, but we all have a self preservation instinct and maybe there was something in your subconcious telling you to stay away? Obviously that chaged, but in that first instance you did what made you feel comfortable at the time… Well done!

    Who Am I?

    November 10, 2006 at 1:41 pm

  6. I guess its just VERY difficult for a woman to evaluate whether the guy offering help is genuine or is the odd-ball themself?


    November 10, 2006 at 2:30 pm

  7. I think you have hit the nail on the head!

    Who am I?

    November 10, 2006 at 4:04 pm

  8. Hold on though…This was doing my head in a few years ago so I bought 10 rape alarms and gave them to my closest female friends…I’m not even sure if they bother carrying them all the time (except for my sister)


    November 10, 2006 at 8:25 pm

  9. I know what you are saying “who am I” even the girl I escorted home at the end was a bit wary.

    I’m a big believer in fearlessness, but calculated risks. I’ve had my head kicked in enough times to know self preservation isn’t high on my agenda- but being smart is still there.

    I agree that subconsciously I was hoping nothing would happen, life is just easier that way.

    I spoke to someone after who delayed his reaction because the last time he got involved he ended up in hospital with a smashed up skull.

    I’d like a better total vigilante attitude, where everyone gets involved quickly… then we could actually trust the involvement of others. But we can’t, I was running into the alley way on my own…

    Those rape alarms might draw a crowd to a victim, but wouldn’t really be much good I don’t imagine, unless the perpetrator ran off. Funny how crims natural instinct is to run.


    November 13, 2006 at 2:20 pm

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