I was mugged in a prr outside of Tampa along I-75 back in 1986. I was 20 years old.
As i was walking around the corner of the gas station to use the bathroom, this big guy sitting on the curb asked me if I knew where such-and-such street was. Like a dumb kid I tried to get away cheap by saying "sorry, not from around here" and proceded into the bathroom. As I'm peeing I hear the door open and close, but I didn't think anything of it. As the guy walked past me, he massively stiff-armed the back of my head, which drove my forehead directly into a tile wall. I was fighting with consciousness as I felt him removing my wallet, watch, and gold necklace (it was the 80's, cut me some slack). He then started for a ring that was willed to me by a deceased relative - he wasn't getting it, period. I curled up in the fetal with my hands pressed into my stomach. I couldnt see anything with all the blood in my eyes, except him kicking me repeatedly with leather cowboy boots, breaking three ribs and puncturing my left lung.
I never gave up the ring!
I guess the attendant heard something, because she called 911. He took off and wasn't found, but my credit cards were used all over Tampa that night. Cops took a report, offered to have ambulance get me, but I declined. It was 3:30am, and I wasn't aware of the extent of my injuries yet. Thought I'd just gotten the worst ass-kicking of my life, lol.
Adding insult to (actual) injury, after I left the gas station I had car trouble almost immediately, maybe 15 miles down the road. My radiator hose blew and my motor overheated , and the engine wouldn't turn over.
I started walking, which REALLY hurt.
I walked for a mile to the next exit, and a gas station attendant let me fill up a five gallon bucket full of water and take it with me. It took me two hours to get back to my car; my broken ribs prevented me from being able to carry the bucket, so I just had to keep "bumping it" up and down every foot or so. By the time I got to my car, it was 6 am, and there was about only about 3" of water left in the bucket. My shoes and pant legs were soaked. Put it in the truck and drove successfully to that gas station. He was just getting off work, but stayed after to replace my hose for me, FREE OF CHARGE. Actually, he paid for it...I had no wallet. Greatest guy in the world.
I got home to Cocoa Beach around 9am, went straight to emergency room and was treated for my injuries.
I had an actual phobia of public urinals for many years, and still do things differently than before the incident.
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