I had a man attempt to mug me, but he ultimately failed. This happened a long time ago, but I remember it fairly well. The whole situation seemed to play out in slow motion as it happened, and my memory seemed to go into high gear, as did my other senses.
I was walking out of a local mall late one Staurday night. This particular mall is in a strange place because it borders a rather nice neighborhood on one side of the state line and a rather gang-infested rat hole on the other side. At any rate, I was walking to my car...
A man came up from behind me (I've always assumed he came out of the nearby parking garage) and put one arm across my chest and another across my mouth. He then attempted to drag me back into the parking garage, but this is where he made his mistake. I kept (and still keep) a rather large lock-blade knife on me at all times. On that particular night, it was tucked inconspicuously in the paint brush pocket of my jeans. When I realized what was happening I reached down to my leg, grabbed my knife, flipped it open, and jabbed it into his side. I got a GOOD slash across his abdomen, and at this point he shoved me away as hard as he could and I nearly fell to the ground. My assailant screamed at me in Spanish and ran away quite quickly for a man that had just been stabbed.
When I had myself re-oriented, I found a nearby security guard and told him the story, and he took down notes of the events and contacted the police.
