I just got robbed!

In all fairness, they should probably run out when the child turns 18.

I say Mulch em.

Wow, you sick fuck.

I was talking about the term limits.

Maybe I overreacted, but for now i'm just gonna assume Bunny Dracula was joking.

I realize you were joking, but i'm talking about him.

Oh. Shit. Thought you were somehow replying to my post by saying maybe you overreacted. Which was weird.

That sucks, but at least you got most of it back.
Close that account, though - can't be too sure.

Kids - they just have no freakin' respect today.

People have been saying that for decades.

So maybe this is just fear mongering, but this being the first time you have been robbed is a rarity in NYC is it not? Everytime you hear about the city all you hear is "I got mugged/robbed/car stolen/etc." by the people you talk to. Or maybe that is just small-minded me?

It doesn't lessen the effect on you crime has had though.

You need to cancel the bank card/alert your bank's anti-fraud line. Was your Social Insurance Number Card in your wallet as well? If so, contact a credit bureau in your area and look to see if anyone has applied for a credit card/loan using your information. Also, if anything with your address was in the wallet, you may want to get some extra security for at your domicile, especially if there was a sizeable amount of cash in your wallet (i.e. the thieves may try and come and get some more of your money on your home turf if they think you have lots). A bit paranoid, I guess, but identity theft is a bitch to recover from if it happens to you.

see, that's why i got out after ten years, didn't want to push the odds, although i did have things thrown at me, bottles, garbage can lids, undefineable liquids...

You were lucky to get anything back at all, must say. I've lost bags twice now, and never recovered a single thing from them.

There was one interesting exception. I was in this rock club in Manchester (the Banshee, don't know if it's still open, I'm betting yes) and I was stood at the bar waiting to get served. This ENORMOUS man appeared at my elbow, and whispered in my ear "Love, do me a favour."

My eyebrows arched so far into my head I was in danger of them denting my brain.

"Whatever happens next, don't move. Someone's trying to steal your bag. But don't worry, they won't get it."

So, what's a girl to do? I made small talk with the guy and desperately ignored everything going on to my right.

Suddenly, there is this huge kafuffle. Another ENORMOUS man is now in an empty circular space in the previous heaving club, and a tall skinny guy is dangling from his fist, yowling. And depending from the skinny guy's skinny fist, is the strap of my bag.

Meanwhile, the other bruiser on my left reaches over and grabs this girl, hard, by the arm - just some girl, and this third guy starts shouting, "What are you doing? Let go of my sister!"

And the weird thing is, Third Guy has a really posh voice - very upper middle class, which stands out in this place in Manchester like a sore thumb.

So, they take this guy and girl, trailed all the while by shouting Third Guy, and they literally *throw* them up the stairs and out of the club, landing a few kicks and punches on them for good measure.

And the story comes out - apparently, this couple have been doing this as a team for weeks, and this was the first time the bouncers physically caught them. The victim stands at the bar, her bag by her stool or feet, and the boy stands next to the her, and kicks and moves the bag down the bar to the girl who is next to him. She promptly carries it into the toilets, cleans out the contents, and jams the remains into the cistern, where it normally isn't discovered until the next day.

This is news to me and her brother too, apparently, as he was down for a visit for the weekend. But I was scandalised, as were the bouncers (who were in an incendiary rage, judging from their harsh breathing, or that might have been from the physical activity of mashing the recreants into the pavement) that rich kids would rob poor kids in a rock club (The Banshee at the time had a very working class clientele). I know that they hurt the male thief quite badly, in a trip-to-casualty type style.

I would be sorry about that, but frankly... I'm not. I was a bookseller at the time and I had fuck all, certainly not enough to keep spoiled brats in thrills.

Sorry you were robbed Diva, it sucks when the life you think is safe is violated. But at least they didn't rob you or worse when you were alone somewhere.

Good luck in getting back the lost stuff.

I hate to hear it Diva, though I am glad that you recovered most of your stolen belongings.

Can your MetroCard be deactivated and/or replaced, or is it one a "we are not responsible for lost or stolen cards" deal?

Actually if she bought it with a Credit Card/ATM card, she's in luck. They'll replace it.

I've been getting those cards myself- have to guard them with my life. Nothing worse than losing a 70 dollar tiny rectangular piece of plastic.

Glad you at least caught the little bastards, Diva. I guess you're watching your purse more carefully now.

Also they were a bunch of kids- you just don't pay attention to them as much. Same thing happened to me in high school. Except the kids went through my schoolbag while I had my back turned playing Street Fighter Vs. XMen. I jumped off the game and checked my bag, and sure enough the little bastards had lifted this $90 calculator I had had just bought for math class. I was about to start something but they suddenly "found it" on the floor.

Punks.