Have you ever been sucker punched or mugged?

You got polar bear’d

 

My Diamodback was worth fighting a kid over.

 

**** man, that's crazy

 

This was 20 years ago...I looked him square in the eyes with a gun in my face and asked if I could keep my driver's license. He let me.

She had no such luck. We were b/t La Carefe and Warren's

 

Been sucker punched about 4 times. Never been knocked out though. Staggered a bit and held my own for as long as I could. Adrenaline is a crazy chemical. Felt no pain until the next day.

 

You should learn self defense. This is my preferred technique.

 

When I think of sucker punches I think of this:

 

We used to play knockout/1 hitter quitter on the streets until the police and media started making a big deal out of it. Thus we stopped and went to Bennigans instead.

 

This is the type of thread that makes me miss MacBeth.

 

Spoken like a man who never rode a White Heat.

Spoiler

 

I worked in a bank when we were robbed, does that count?

It was a busy Friday afternoon so I had just opened a teller line to help them out. Guy walks in with black overalls and a Ronald Reagan mask (I guess he was a fan of Point Break), comes right up to me and sticks a gun against my forehead. Says "gimme all your money and don't give me no ****ing dye pack!" So I did. Teller next to me was 8 months pregnant and fainted.

I wasn't scared at all until it hit me driving home what had just happened. I was listening to Radiohead and the song How to Disappear Completely came on and I started freaking out a little bit. To this day, that song still gives me the creeps. And I still don't like going into bank lobbies.

 

I was a church missionary in Romania; we were frequently approached and asked for money (there were at the time some groups from other churches that offered various forms of assistance), but we would generally explain that we were there on our own dime and not collecting a paycheck or anything like that. People were generally cool and would shake your hand and you'd be on your way.

Anyway, one evening in a town called Constanta two dudes approached my companion and I and asked for money. We went through the typical routine explaining that we were here without any sort of compensation and couldn't really offer anything, and they seemed fine and held out a hand for me to shake. I shook one dude's hand and he grabbed a hold of my wrist and pulled a knife with his other hand. His buddy was of course in on it and had a knife of his own. The worst thing is that my companion just took off so I was on my own.

Somehow I struggled with my poor Romanian to say something along the lines of an empty threat that I felt like I could "break" him and his buddy and they decided I either wasn't worth it or I inspired a little fear. Either way, I got out of it and beat my companion into submission when I found him again.

 

Walking home from high school, was walking past a group of guys and one of the just hauled up and punched me in the chest for no reason. I said "What's up?" and he was like "What's up, you said what's up?" like he was pissed and was ready to fight me. I thought about fighting, I had gotten into fights before with kids from my neighborhood that i knew. But these were guys I didn't know and they outnumbered me. One of my neighbors was there with him and he was trying to keep the guy from fighting me, so I took the opportunity and left.

The punch didn't really hurt that much, I was more surprised that it came out of nowhere and I was confused as to why I was punched.

Later I asked my neighbor why he punched me and he told me it was because the thought I was someone else, although I am not sure I really believed that.

 

Hispanic?

 

No.

 

Glad you're okay, but now I just have this odd mental image of one church missionary totally beating down another church missionary. In Romania. You're lucky World Star Hip Hop wasn't around then.

 

I was sucker punched once back in college around 2 AM .. it didn't knock me out and the guy ran away. Lol

 

I recall going to a party in HS. We were all hanging around a friend's car. All of the sudden this pickup from Westbury shows up, complete with giant rebel flag in the bed with a few other dudes. They started shouting a bunch of **** at us. One of the guys shouts "Do you know _____?" I said no, and he gets out of the pickup. Comes towards me and says "I think anyone from Bellaire should know ___________." I turned around and tried to ignore him. The rest was told to me after I came to.

Apparently this guy kept yelling at me and I turned around to say something and he sucker-punched me. I fell down and was on my hands and knees. And then the guy took a running kick to my face. Cracked one of my front teeth. Friends loaded me into the car and left. I came to several minutes later. Face the next day was so swollen I was unrecognizable.

Good times...

 

Damn man, glad you made it out okay (even 20 years ago). I mean that situation had to be insane, I can't even imagine.