AS TOLD BY NELSON YE
I was catching the #3 bus home late one afternoon. There was only me, an old lady sitting in the front, the bus driver, and some guy in his 30's sitting near me. I was sitting all the way in the back, in the middle seat. The guy sitting near me was shoddily dressed, and looked rather poor. He was sitting 2 seats away from me. Separating us was his round, white cake that was placed on the seat between us.
Out of no where, he pulls out a screwdriver and tries to rob me. He told me something like "give me your money". Since I had just gone to the ATM, I didn't want to hand it over. At this point, in an act of both bravery and stupidity, I ripped the screwdriver out of his hand. I forget what I said to him as I pulled the cord to get off the bus, and tried to walk away. As I was walking away, I kinda knocked over his cake. . . and then kinda stepped on it.
This was actually a tramatic experience that I purged from my memory and it resurged while I was talking to some of my friends about like bad things that have happened in our lives. I didn't feel any fear at the time but like I was scared shitless when I got home.
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