phoenix
New member
Well this is all very inconvenient!
I was stopped by two thugs on my way home [I was in Beatty Road], who insisted that I hand over my cellphone and empty out my pockets for them.
Naturally, I obliged. Thankfully, they were not at all interested in my debit card, but helped themselves to the contents of the bank bag containing the change from Beatty House Grocery money [R14]. They also took the R10 note and handful of coins I had in my wallet before continuing up the road in search of new prey. I shall be going out with my brother to have my number blacklisted, and of course borrowing money from my family to replace the Beatty House Grocery change.
I guess I am going to have to pay people to give me lifts to work and back in future as well as to Vincent Park when I am on grocery duty, paranoid as it may sound....
Like my mother, I am a prisoner in my own home. A pity. I do so love going for walks.
I am not traumatised, in fact, some things at work make me feel worse than this, funnily enough!
My mom has an old Nokia 3310 lying around at home that I can use once can get to a Cell C/Vodacom/MTN outlet and get a RICAd sim card. Pity that I still have to pay the R140 p.m. for my top-up contract until December.
The Price of Freedom is Eternal Vigilance
I was stopped by two thugs on my way home [I was in Beatty Road], who insisted that I hand over my cellphone and empty out my pockets for them.
Naturally, I obliged. Thankfully, they were not at all interested in my debit card, but helped themselves to the contents of the bank bag containing the change from Beatty House Grocery money [R14]. They also took the R10 note and handful of coins I had in my wallet before continuing up the road in search of new prey. I shall be going out with my brother to have my number blacklisted, and of course borrowing money from my family to replace the Beatty House Grocery change.
I guess I am going to have to pay people to give me lifts to work and back in future as well as to Vincent Park when I am on grocery duty, paranoid as it may sound....
Like my mother, I am a prisoner in my own home. A pity. I do so love going for walks.
I am not traumatised, in fact, some things at work make me feel worse than this, funnily enough!
My mom has an old Nokia 3310 lying around at home that I can use once can get to a Cell C/Vodacom/MTN outlet and get a RICAd sim card. Pity that I still have to pay the R140 p.m. for my top-up contract until December.
The Price of Freedom is Eternal Vigilance