I Got Robbed On The Bus…
Till this day it burns me!
I was coming home from a retail job in area called Fordham Road which is in the Bronx, near the Ivy league school Fordham University. I was on the bus coming home from a long day of selling electronics at a retail store (now defunct).
I got on the NYC Bus paid my fare and found one of those single seats next to the window. I sat down and pulled out my Walkman (yes it was that long ago) and put on my headphones. At that time I got a feeling that was telling me to put the Walkman away but of course as Humans we tend to not listen to our subconscious.
Anyway, just as I did these 3 Black Teens walked in the Bus and one of them looked at me and I looked at him. I quickly perceived something was off. I brushed it off and thought to myself they are not going to try to do something in this Bus full of people.
I was so wrong!
One of these Motherfuckers snatched the Walkman right out of my hand!
Mind you the Bus was full of people!
I was like “YO! Give me back the Walkman” as I got up to take it or probably fight if need be.
He walked backed to where his friends were. I was at this time full of rage! My Hands were already in the shape of fists! My Blood Pressure went up so high I could feel my heart pump the blood all over my body and a ringing in my ears! I was about to grab him and begin to shove my foot straight up his ass!
Then he did something that stopped me in my tracks!
That fucker pulled out a razor from his mouth!
When I saw that and looked over at his boys one of them had their hand in their camouflage jacket which told me maybe he was packing or holding on to a box cutter and the minute I jump the fucker that took my Walkman I would have probably been cut up, stabbed or shot.
Was it worth to get stitches or maybe really hurt for a Walkman, which I could replace if I wanted to?
So I quickly decided that I could not do nothing. I looked around me and NO ONE try to help or even call the Police. The damn Bus Driver just kept driving as if nothing happened.
The Bus came to the stop and the 3 Scumbags jumped out and went on their merry way!
I was so mad!
Enraged!
I wanted to curse and yell at everyone on the Bus!
My pride and ego was hurt and not only that embarrassed by the onlookers and not being able to do anything!
I swear if I was carrying a Pistol or a Knife, I probably would have been in Prison still to this day in Riker’s Island for killing the guy who took my Walkman. I would have been all over the 10:00 news.
As I looked around the Bus to see if ANYONE could help they all looked away.
So I sat back down and looked out the window the whole time. Having the scene running through my head and trying to figure out what I could have done or why I did not listen to my Subconscious about putting away the Walkman.
Maybe I had it coming and got too comfortable with my surroundings and dropped my guard.
As my Blood Pressure lowered back to normal and my anger subsided I started to think that this event could have ended up badly for me If I aggressively pursued those guys by myself.
In the end I got home took off my clothes and showered. And I put that bullshit behind me as an experience.
But thinking back I could not expect those other bus riders to help me as they were probably just as afraid as I was. Probably heard a million stories how some one they know got involved in helping someone and ended up getting hurt or even killed.
Still I could have used some help!
In the end I fought the battle and lost. For a while I was on the look out for that crew. I began to carry a box cutter with me for the time I would see that motherfucker and give his ass a matching scar…. Sorry that was my pride talking.
Lets try this again..
In the end I learned that its not worth to risk your life over a Walkman even though the pride and ego are hurt you get to live another day and are not a statistic on some news article towards the back of the Newspaper.