bad, bad day
Raise your hands, everybody who got mugged at knifepoint today!
::raises hand, looks around expectantly::
Just me, then? Well, I was sort of hoping so.
In short I AM FINE. Shaken up but fine. My keys fell out of the purse as he was running off (which I did not see, but a passerby did, and so they are restored to me); therefore my house and car remain secure. Credit cards are locked down. He got my phone AND my laptop, dammit, but most of my writing is backed up and that which is not is minimal and can be recreated. I thought I handled it reasonably well, actually, and the cops actually knew who it was based on my description. (The neighborhood I was in is a fairly safe one, and it was 11 a.m., but apparently this guy has been striking during daytime in those few blocks lately.) And yes, officer, I could ID the knife again, should that opportunity arise (preferably in some legal setting, this time). My friend Steph looked after me this afternoon while I used her phone to cancel cards, etc., and other friends came by tonight to eat shrimp creole (I respond to crises by cooking comfort food) and watch "Tangled," which is pretty adorable. And I was kind of touched by how many people in the immediate vicinity, right afterward, went out of their way to try to help me (lending me their phone, driving around a few blocks looking for the mugger, the aforementioned key rescue, various kind words).
I have decided to respond to the acid-burn exhaustion of extreme adrenalin by spending this weekend revising and getting the Big Whompin' X-Men Story ready to start posting on Tuesday. I am Patton-like in this way, and so many others.
::raises hand, looks around expectantly::
Just me, then? Well, I was sort of hoping so.
In short I AM FINE. Shaken up but fine. My keys fell out of the purse as he was running off (which I did not see, but a passerby did, and so they are restored to me); therefore my house and car remain secure. Credit cards are locked down. He got my phone AND my laptop, dammit, but most of my writing is backed up and that which is not is minimal and can be recreated. I thought I handled it reasonably well, actually, and the cops actually knew who it was based on my description. (The neighborhood I was in is a fairly safe one, and it was 11 a.m., but apparently this guy has been striking during daytime in those few blocks lately.) And yes, officer, I could ID the knife again, should that opportunity arise (preferably in some legal setting, this time). My friend Steph looked after me this afternoon while I used her phone to cancel cards, etc., and other friends came by tonight to eat shrimp creole (I respond to crises by cooking comfort food) and watch "Tangled," which is pretty adorable. And I was kind of touched by how many people in the immediate vicinity, right afterward, went out of their way to try to help me (lending me their phone, driving around a few blocks looking for the mugger, the aforementioned key rescue, various kind words).
I have decided to respond to the acid-burn exhaustion of extreme adrenalin by spending this weekend revising and getting the Big Whompin' X-Men Story ready to start posting on Tuesday. I am Patton-like in this way, and so many others.