My First Mugging Experience


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I wasn't really mugged. But I THOUGHT I was going to get mugged. So that's almost as good, right?

I was walking out of the grocery store, struggling with my bags and listening to my iPod. A young thugish looking chap walked up to me and started talking. Because of my earbud obstructions, I didn't understand what he was saying. All I saw was him trying to stop me and the waving of his arms.

After I ran through a hundred different attack scenarios, I managed to pull the earbuds out and hear him offer me a rap cd from a local artist. It was, you know, gangsta thug. After I politely refused the music, he offered a morsel of praise "You've got that whole baby face thing going on. I totally dig it." What does this teach us children? Even if you hate your baby face, it might keep you from getting mugged.

Hooray chubby cheeks!


1 Responses to “My First Mugging Experience”

  1. Anonymous katykins~* 

    well, you are adorable, afterall.

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