I was mugged with a holstered knife, I didn't know how fast anyone could draw a blade like that so I cooporated. He came to me while I was waiting at bus station, it was 8 o'clock in the evening at a pretty abandoned bus stop which I had been using for years. He had probably scooped his opportunity by waiting for anyone to enter the overpass. It was raining outside and dark outside so visibility was just bad. A really strange combination of events for a perfect robbery.
He came with his bicycle and parked it near me. I should have been weary of this move but stranger things happen in a city. He stepped off and came to me with a weird incoherent story about looking for some hookers. He started asking questions in broken english. I thought nothing of him as some random lost tourist and tried to help him a little. It tends to happen more often in areas of so-called coffee shops. After we both we were waiting at the bus stop he suddenly says in perfect clear english; Sit down, this is a robbery.
He went through my belongings and grabbed my PSP. I politely asked it back which he did gave back, some weird robber he is. I luckily had no money on me and he only took my busted-ass phone which luckily wasn't even worth $80 and had no phone/carrier contract on it. I tried to convince him it was not worth robbing since it was broken, while in truth it had only run out of charge.
Here is the sad part, this happens 30 feet away from a police station and a super market. Yet, no one in those 5 minutes came near us. It was some Bulgarian dude that robbed me. I now am wary of anyone approaching me due to this robbery, it gives me a slight uneasy anxiety. I guess I learned to be wary of eastern european men as well.
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