I got mugged in a nicer part of town than my own after knitting group. I am not hurt (other than re-twisting an ankle trying to chase the bum down. Do not ever ever run in clogs. Should not have been carrying a 50 pound knitting bag either. Or I should have handed that one over instead.) but am cashless cardless keyless bus/BARTpassless librarycardless phoneless id-less and really really pissed off.
Yelling really loudly helped at the time. I had a dozen nice people around me and calling the very nice cops and getting water and handing me dogs to cuddle. They'll never catch the bastard and I'm aware of that. It's just the way it is.
Like most everybody else I live paycheck to paycheck and at the end of the month when I am really paying attention to the last trickle I have to use, I get tense. Now some asshat has relieved me of that trickle and the last photo id that doesn't make me look like a complete aging old hag. And my cute new phone, just when I got the layout right. Tense just got a new definition. Sweet mother of fuck.
Now I want to yell again and I don't know what for.
I am not looking forward to tomorrow.