Apologies for the language in this post.
I'm missing my knitting group tonight. Why? I was punched in the face earlier.
I was walking home from work, about ten minutes walk away from home, when I saw two teenagers walking towards me - a girl and a boy, both in their late teens. She bawled at me, (as a lot of kids do): "Have you got any cigarettes?"
I said, as I usually do when asked this: "No, sorry."
So far, so normal. I continued walking and her fist came from nowhere, smacking me at the bottom of my nose. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and then wasn't sure whether I wanted to take a photograph of the scally bitch or call the police. Then I realised there was blood pouring out of my nose.
At this point I just wanted to get home and set off walking around the corner, up the side road.
I'll also mention out here that this happened next to the A34 which is a busy road out of Manchester. Although it's a dual carriage at this stretch of the road, it runs through a residential area. I've lived here for nearly four years and it's a nice place to be.
There were a lot of cars going past and I just felt really embarrassed. I didn't want to be standing by the road, covered in blood, waiting for the police. However, two lovely girls had seen what had happened and pulled up (in their car) alongside me. They quickly got out. One of them rang the police and asked for an ambulance, while the other found as many tissues as she could for me.
They stayed with me and we chatted about how shocked we were - they for seeing it, and me for experiencing it. I called the BF, who was at home, and he drove around to find me: arriving at the same time as the ambulance.
The ambulance crew were great - they spent thirty minutes checking out that I was ok. It seemed like an incredibly long time for what turned out to be a very minor 'injury'. I decided not to go to A&E. While swollen, my nose isn't actually broken - it's just hurts.
I don't like crying in front of people I don't know so I held it together until the ambulance crew were finished with me. The BF knows this and he was standing in the doorway making jokes about the lack of "CSI" equipment.
There was nothing remotely scary about this situation. There was no threat - all the kids ask for cigarettes in the same way, with varying degrees of politeness. I've walked past groups of kids who seemed much more intimidating, with no consequences whatsoever. There was absolutely no warning. The bitch's fist came from nowhere.
I feel a lot better now. I'm angry that this fucking troll thought she had the right to thump me. I keep feeling her fist smack into my nose. I'm planning to take the day off tomorrow as I feel a bit wobbly and my face hurts. However, I will be walking to and from work, as usual, on Monday.