I was robbed by 3 yutes brandishing a gun. I had zero fear, only annoyance with them.
This same group was robbing people up and down this particular block. Their M.O. was to make victims get on their knees and grovel, mostly about how great the Black Man is. Luckily, they got me during a snow storm and just took my Coach bag (filled with lots of goodies including my keys and checkbook with home address). The police parked a marked car outside my apartment until I could get my locks changed.
Anyway, I testified at their joint trial and they were convicted. As I was leaving the courthouse, the detective on the case called after me. He told me that the sister of one of the perps was following me, so he took me home. Who knows what she would have done to a little blue-eyed blonde, if she got her hands on me.
Was that the first time you had ever gone home with a cop? I like his pickup line. /s