My roommate had told me not to turn left after walking out of my apartment and walk down the path that's so inappropriately lit at night. Last summer a couple who lived in our building had a couple spat and it resulted in one lover killing the other. They found the body in the parking lot area -- the area I was told me not to walk through.
"But it's a quick short cut to where I had to go", I once said.
Tonight I took that short cut and paid the price for it.
I was running late for the Fight Club on account that I had to swing by my club to pick up my sparring gear and then grab something from home. So I came blazing out of my apartment building and as I went to turn right to take my usual route, I stopped. I stopped, turned and looked to the left of me. I didn't see anyone ahead of me, in the sketchy area, so I put on my earphones and boogied it down the path. I had one hand in my pocket holding my keys and bus pass and was using my other hand to search for a song on my ipad.
I must have had my head down only for a good ten seconds and then BANG, I walked right into this tall, skinny black dude.
"What money you got?", he asked me.
"Really?!" I said as I motioned to my bag. I had my head gear hanging off of my bag and was dressed from head to toe in boxing club branded training wear.
He then put his hand on my wrist and repeated himself -- "What money you got?"
To tell you the truth, I didn't even think, I just reacted. I was so overly distracted by the fact that I was running late. I was running late for something at a club that I'm not officially a member of but had become an honorary guest of so I really needed to get going. Showing up late would be so rude.
When he repeated it a second time I then put my hands on his chest, pushed him away from my face, and told him to leave me alone. And with that I walked away, turned on my music and then picked up my pace once the song started to play. When I arrived at Cabbagetown Boxing I joked with them regarding what had happened but it wasn't until I left that I realized my TTC monthly pass was missing. What had happened was when I took my right hand out of my pocket to push him my pass had fallen out. Then, when I got home and told my roommate I had lost my pass, it hit me what had happened. Someone had tried to rob me and a situation that I didn't even think twice about could have so easily had the potential to be something so much bigger than it was.
I was tempted to go back to the spot where the man had so randomly got in my face but I was told to just let it go. I had already promised to meet up with two of the trainers at System at 10pm so I had to shower and head out of the door again. I debating skipping the shower though so I could search out my pass. It had cost me $142.50 though and we're only halfway through the month so it's going to be super painful having to buy weekly passes until the month ends... dang Skippy!!!
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