unprovoked violent threat; victim so calloused to violence they still communicate simply and honestly; assailant sparing the innocent and guiding them to a safer area
Is this an american day to day occurance?
It’s pretty much every encounter I’ve ever had with a gang member.
I feel like I’ve been in multiple shitty situations where I was saved by being dumb or weird and the would-be attacker being either confused or amused enough to let me be.
Not the most exciting, but I once answered a skeezy call at 2:00am. It was a holiday, so I was one of maybe 6 people in the dormitory. It was very much a horror story setup. The caller said something unpleasant and it was 2:00am so I didn’t really get what he said. “I’m sorry, could you call back tomorrow? Be happy to talk about it then, but right now I’m super tired.”
Probably wouldn’t have even remembered it if the young woman across the hall hadn’t gotten a call the same night. She told me about it the next day. He somehow managed to briefly convince her that he was her highschool boyfriend. They talked for a few minutes before she realized it wasn’t him.
As for me? Dirty bastard never called me back.
(Probably necessary context: College, early nineties, there was a campus phone book that literally gave your name, dorm, room, and phone extension. Finding a woman alone during the holiday was as easy as looking at rooms with lights on and checking the book.)
OMG you triggered a memory. 1990 college girls dorm, same setup with the phone numbers. Guy would call and ask us about our fingernails. Eventually we started talking about it and older ones would warn the new ones moving in…
Girl code at its best. That de-escalates getting that call from a horror movie situation into, “Oh - this is the fingernail creeper they’ve told us about. Bye.”
I never heard about a repeat performance from our caller. Now I’m curious if he graduated or what.
I’m 53 and I’ve never seen an armed robbery, even lived in Chicago and worked on the South Side. Also, I can hardly think of a time I saw in gun in public that wasn’t on a cop.
I’ve been robbed at knife point, but that was on me. Not going to tell that story!
I saw someone pointing a gun at someone else in Hollywood in the late 90s. Didn’t stick around to find out what was going on, but there was no gunshot, so I assume it didn’t end too badly.
A few years back, I was carrying groceries back to my car when a guy approached me pointing at me with something obscured by his jacket pocket and said he had a gun and wanted me to take him somewhere. I paused and decided that even though he probably didn’t have one I wasn’t willing to risk it, and besides, I had time to give him a lift. Once he was in the car he said he didn’t have a gun and thought I was just going to tell him to fuck off. I said I wasn’t a risk taker. He talked about being on the run from the police and started talking about how he was in his 30s and needed to stop doing things like this. I never saw any police, so he might have just been paranoid, but who knows. He had me drop him off behind a building not too far away. A strange experience - he should have tried asking nicely instead.
Is this an american day to day occurance?
Eating cookies? No, that’s the dream.
unprovoked violent threat; victim so calloused to violence they still communicate simply and honestly; assailant sparing the innocent and guiding them to a safer area
It’s pretty much every encounter I’ve ever had with a gang member.
I feel like I’ve been in multiple shitty situations where I was saved by being dumb or weird and the would-be attacker being either confused or amused enough to let me be.
Not the most exciting, but I once answered a skeezy call at 2:00am. It was a holiday, so I was one of maybe 6 people in the dormitory. It was very much a horror story setup. The caller said something unpleasant and it was 2:00am so I didn’t really get what he said. “I’m sorry, could you call back tomorrow? Be happy to talk about it then, but right now I’m super tired.”
Probably wouldn’t have even remembered it if the young woman across the hall hadn’t gotten a call the same night. She told me about it the next day. He somehow managed to briefly convince her that he was her highschool boyfriend. They talked for a few minutes before she realized it wasn’t him.
As for me? Dirty bastard never called me back.
(Probably necessary context: College, early nineties, there was a campus phone book that literally gave your name, dorm, room, and phone extension. Finding a woman alone during the holiday was as easy as looking at rooms with lights on and checking the book.)
OMG you triggered a memory. 1990 college girls dorm, same setup with the phone numbers. Guy would call and ask us about our fingernails. Eventually we started talking about it and older ones would warn the new ones moving in…
Girl code at its best. That de-escalates getting that call from a horror movie situation into, “Oh - this is the fingernail creeper they’ve told us about. Bye.”
I never heard about a repeat performance from our caller. Now I’m curious if he graduated or what.
I’m 53 and I’ve never seen an armed robbery, even lived in Chicago and worked on the South Side. Also, I can hardly think of a time I saw in gun in public that wasn’t on a cop.
I’ve been robbed at knife point, but that was on me. Not going to tell that story!
I saw someone pointing a gun at someone else in Hollywood in the late 90s. Didn’t stick around to find out what was going on, but there was no gunshot, so I assume it didn’t end too badly.
A few years back, I was carrying groceries back to my car when a guy approached me pointing at me with something obscured by his jacket pocket and said he had a gun and wanted me to take him somewhere. I paused and decided that even though he probably didn’t have one I wasn’t willing to risk it, and besides, I had time to give him a lift. Once he was in the car he said he didn’t have a gun and thought I was just going to tell him to fuck off. I said I wasn’t a risk taker. He talked about being on the run from the police and started talking about how he was in his 30s and needed to stop doing things like this. I never saw any police, so he might have just been paranoid, but who knows. He had me drop him off behind a building not too far away. A strange experience - he should have tried asking nicely instead.
I live in a more southern area and I’ve seen so many people with guns
Queue dude with a hand cannon strapped to his belt in the produce section of Walmart.