Almost Getting Jacked

A true story about me almost getting jacked in Phoenix, Arizona.

“I don’t need a ride.” I said politely to my boss Mr. Britt after work had ended at Walgreens. After work I went to the nearby Albertsons to do some grocery shopping. The time was about 11:15 at night when I began the walk home.

My groceries consisted of the normal healthy college student stuff. Pop-tarts for breakfast, Chef-boy-ardee for dinner, Hormel Chili, and Stouffers Lasagna for special occasions. After checking out, I went to the in-store atm to assess the financial damage. I withdrew about seventy dollars in cash so that I could owe back my roommates. I put the money in my wallet and left the store.

I began my walk home, which was a half-mile away. Just into my walk, I noticed two mexicans walking towards me. They both wore similar clothing. They both had on black bandanas, black and white plaid shirts, and similar pants. I knew they were up to no good, yet I couldn’t avoid them without crossing the busy street.

One of them approached me and asked, “Hey… Do you know where Hatcher is from here?”

Going blank, I couldn’t remember where the street was. Before I could respond, the other said, “Hey holmes, how ’bout you give us your money.”

My adrenaline jumped up and I began shaking on the inside. “What?” I said to myself in disbelief. I can’t believe these bastards are trying to rob me. I looked around for any help, but I found none.

Still in disbelief I responded, “No way.”

I couldn’t believe I just said no to these guys. They’re outnumbering me, and they’re bigger than me. You are a crazy mother*** Ronald. The truth about it was probably that I was in denial that these guys were about to take the seventy dollars in my wallet. I looked around again. The busy street almost seemed like a refuge from these guys. I decided to play chicken with a couple of cars to get these guys off of my back. Surely they wouldn’t be crazy enough to follow me into moving traffic.

I began to walk into the street when one of them bluntly said, “You think we’re bullshitting you holmes?”

I gave them no response. They walked into traffic with me, so I decided to play a staring game with an oncoming vehicle. I won obviously, because the car stopped. The driver hesitated for a moment, and almost went for his horn. I bet he realized the situation I was in, but he drove around us. I was still being pursued by these guys, so I decided to keep walking in the middle of the road. Surely someone was going to notice me. It’s not everyday you see some guy in a blue photo smock walking down the middle of the road at 11:15 at night. Knowing that I wasn’t going to give up, the two crossed the street and walked away.

I ran back to Albertsons and called my roommate from a payphone. I explained my situation and he came and gave me a ride home.

Now one question must be trickling up your spine. What the hell was I doing jumping in traffic for such a small amount of money? At that moment in time, I felt I needed to stop a car to get help. Yet the situation escalated from there. I didn’t care about these guys that were trying to rob me. I just cared about them leaving me the hell alone, and I felt they weren’t motivated enough to pursue me through moving traffic. These guys also were trying not to get noticed. When I was walking into traffic, they were getting noticed. Was I justified in being stubborn and not handing over the money. In a way, yes. I called their bluff. Maybe they would’ve beat me up had I not gotten into traffic, but everything worked out okay. Now I’ll be a little more paranoid walking home. That’s about it. Thanks for reading.

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