A few weeks ago I was walking through my local park at the innocuous time of 3:35 pm on a Tuesday afternoon. I work from home, our house is on the market and we had a viewing, so I headed to a cafe in the park to be out of the way.
Once in the park, I noticed a youngish man, dressed all in black with his hood up, walking towards me. I smiled at him in my usual friendly fashion and he suddenly moved towards me, lunged at my handbag, which was slung across my body and yelled, “Give me your wallet!” I initially shouted “No!” He then showed me a knife, and I swiftly changed my mind, ducking out of my handbag, and watching as he walked off on a path in the undergrowth. As he was taking my bag I yelled at him, “Why are you doing this?” – twice. I don’t know why I did, it was just instinctive. But I also genuinely wanted to know – it seemed like such a ridiculous thing to do.
A nearby jogger who had seen what just happened came over and stayed with me while a called the police – luckily I had my phone in my hand and he hadn’t taken it – and then began the job of dealing with the consequences of that ten seconds. (more…)