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My sister lives and works in Washington D.C. and she was mugged last year. A car drove by her slowly and I guess a guy jumped out and came from behind her. Luckily no weapon was involved, he just tried to grab her handbag and run. But she held on, both of them fell on the curb and he's got the bottom of the bag and she is holding the straps, kicking like crazy all over this guys head. He finally let go, ran back to the waiting car and sped off.
My sister then proceeds to walk a few more blocks home and then call the police where she gave a description of the car and the mugger. Don't think they ever caught him though. She was very lucky and said the only thought she had was "I only have one set of keys for my apartment and I can't lose them." What a tough country girl in the big city.
Now, she has a dual set of keys, copies of her license, credit cards etc., all in a safe place...just in case. Oh yeah, she was so proud of her bag, Kenneth Cole, because the straps never broke. I'm happy she was alright though.
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