What's the worst crime you've had committed against you?

[TallBill]

Originally posted by: cherrytwist
Mugged at gunpoint. Took my wallet, got $75 cash and credit cards.

I was with 3 girls, we were all partying at an apartment they were housesitting.

2 guys, biggest one grabbed me from behind and put the gun barrel to the back of my head. He literally lifted me off the ground with his left arm around my neck, his right hand held the gun.

The other guy grabbed one of the girls, attempted to "search" her jeans, one girl ran inside and called the cops.

The third girl pleaded with them to take my wallet and leave.

Fortunately we were all relatively sober and nobody got hurt. Cops never caught the bastards, they arrived within a couple of minutes.

I was a college student at the time.

I have a feeling that if I was in a situation like that, someone would end up dead. Hopefully not me, but possibly.

I just hope that my wife is not around when it happens.

 

[Captante]

Personally: Somone kicked in the back door of my house & stole a 21 inch TV (that was big at the time) & a stereo system.. although both the cops & myself strongly suspected it was our tennant who lived in the garage apartment he was never caught.

From my truck in NYC: (Company was liable not me) When I was a courier in NYC we did deliverys for a major liquer distributer, that day I had a case of vintage french Champagne in the back of my pickup, under a cap with the door locked & a blanket over it. I was instructed not to let in out of my sight because it was very valuable... anyway I got stuck in some heavy traffic & was wedged in really tight between cars so I couldn't get out without using the window, when suddenly I heard a loud bang & some guy was in the back of my truck having ripped the rear door off its hinges...apparently the blanket had slipped off the box & he saw the Champagne... guy grabbed 4 bottles & made a run for it, dropping one in the process...If you know NYC you know better then to ask if he got caught.

 

[NiKeFiDO]

Originally posted by: KingofCamelot

Originally posted by: NiKeFiDO
someone stole my heart and ran away with it. i really miss that thing too.

Someone just assaulted my sense of humour with a lame-ass joke. Does that count?

there wasn't a joke in there

 

[Iron Woode]

Originally posted by: Spoooon
A group of girls in an Expedition backed up into my car and left a dent in the hood. They took off, I chased them and got the license plate number and stuff. My insurance paid for the damage, the girls didn't get in trouble.

I talked to the police and they told me that the car belonged to one of the campus sororities, that they were saying they didn't do it, and that I was probably better off not pressing charges since I my insurance paid for it and stuff.

Wow.

Where I live that would have been an automatic Hit And Run charge and since they left the parking lot and were on the street, it then becomes an arrestable offence.

And no, our police do not take that lightly either.

 

[CKent]

Been lucky, worst that's happened to me is I got my head unit & 2 x 8" subs stolen from my car, they broke the back window to get in. Oh, and some dumb woman (redundant, I know) pulled a gun on me when I wouldn't let her cut in front of me (she had skipped ~10 minutes of traffic by driving half on the shoulder, half on the sidewalk).

 

[Ketteringo]

Some little punk in my neighborhood stole the CD player would of my old car. I didn't really use it any more, but it still kind of pissed me off cause I knew who did it. A few weeks later he went to prison for B&E so I felt avenged

 

[Ronstang]

A buddy and me were getting out of MY BRAND NEW CAR (one month old) at the Taco Cabana one night about 2AM talking and laughing a lot when these two chumps (looked like frat dumbasses) were getting into an old LeBaron Convertible (this was back in 1990). They must have thought we were laughing at them because they made some stupid remarks but we just ignored them. As we are walking into the restuarant we see them back right into my driver's door real hard while flipping us off and then they peeled away. It happened so quick we couldn't even get the license plate number. They smashed in my whole door. Of course we called the cops, but the kicker was when we went inside to ask to use the phone the guy at the counter had seen everything and he promptly said "the guy driving left his wallet right here on the counter....want it?". We grabbed it and gave it to the police along with a desription of the car and occupants. They were in jail within the hour. One of the guy's dad was a lawyer and he didn't want his son getting any charges pressed against him so I got a rather nice cash settlement for the whole ordeal.

 

[Imported]

Car was stolen, but found.. totalled. Thieves were never caught as far as I know.

 

[Giscardo]

Originally posted by: KillerCharlie
I stole a couple shirts back, but they were the crappy ones. The worst part was that the cops couldn't do anything and the guy whole stole them just laughed at me when I walked past him... he knew that I knew he stole them.

Why didn't you steal all of them back?

 

[Mo0o]

Someone hurt my feelings once, thats about it


(Shamelessly stolen from Ronin)

 

[Xyclone]

Originally posted by: DnetMHZ

Originally posted by: Syringer
My virginity was stolen.

Did he kiss you first?

:laugh:

 

got beat down by 6 or 7 mexicans for supposedly planting pot in my ex girlfriends car

three of them got caught and sent to the hospital

 

[CKent]

Originally posted by: Ronstang
A buddy and me were getting out of MY BRAND NEW CAR (one month old) at the Taco Cabana one night about 2AM talking and laughing a lot when these two chumps (looked like frat dumbasses) were getting into an old LeBaron Convertible (this was back in 1990). They must have thought we were laughing at them because they made some stupid remarks but we just ignored them. As we are walking into the restuarant we see them back right into my driver's door real hard while flipping us off and then they peeled away. It happened so quick we couldn't even get the license plate number. They smashed in my whole door. Of course we called the cops, but the kicker was when we went inside to ask to use the phone the guy at the counter had seen everything and he promptly said "the guy driving left his wallet right here on the counter....want it?". We grabbed it and gave it to the police along with a desription of the car and occupants. They were in jail within the hour. One of the guy's dad was a lawyer and he didn't want his son getting any charges pressed against him so I got a rather nice cash settlement for the whole ordeal.

awesome :laugh:

 

[meltdown75]

Originally posted by: RBachman

Originally posted by: Ronstang
A buddy and me were getting out of MY BRAND NEW CAR (one month old) at the Taco Cabana one night about 2AM talking and laughing a lot when these two chumps (looked like frat dumbasses) were getting into an old LeBaron Convertible (this was back in 1990). They must have thought we were laughing at them because they made some stupid remarks but we just ignored them. As we are walking into the restuarant we see them back right into my driver's door real hard while flipping us off and then they peeled away. It happened so quick we couldn't even get the license plate number. They smashed in my whole door. Of course we called the cops, but the kicker was when we went inside to ask to use the phone the guy at the counter had seen everything and he promptly said "the guy driving left his wallet right here on the counter....want it?". We grabbed it and gave it to the police along with a desription of the car and occupants. They were in jail within the hour. One of the guy's dad was a lawyer and he didn't want his son getting any charges pressed against him so I got a rather nice cash settlement for the whole ordeal.

awesome :laugh:

LOL - what are the odds he leaves his wallet behind?! justice is served! :thumbsup: well, sort of - even better! you got a bunch of cash and didn't have to go to court to get it!

 

[mjh]

Back in high school, I was jumped by a couple of kids after school. My friends and I were all "too cool" to file charges against those punks. (Argh. I really wish that I at least tried to persuade my friends to call the cops.)

 

[jagec]

Nothing too major. Got pickpocketed once, lost some cash, my CCs and DL, some other ID.

Got my car stolen...I thought it was gone forever, but nine months later they found it in good shape! I was very happy.

 

[NetWareHead]

Originally posted by: cKGunslinger
About 10 years ago, I was taking my fiance (now wife) to a store late one night (~1am) to get some Tylenol, as she had a headache. We live in a small town and at that time, there was only a convenience store/truck stop open and it was kind crowded, so I parked at the far end of the parking lot, told her stay put while I went in for the medicine and a 20z bottle of Sprite.

As I walked up to the doors, I passed by this truck with its door open and radio playing. Some punk (~22 yo white guy, local small-time drug dealer and body shop mechanic) was sitting there with about 4-5 of his friends bullsh1tting and what not. I didn't really know the guy, just that he was pretty much trash. When I passed by, I heard him say something like "Yeah, I'd fvck up that little lovely human right there too. He looks like a pussy anyway." I kept walking, turning my head and giving him a wink and a smile, then went into the store.

Bought the aspirin and a 20z (plastic) bottle of Sprite and left. On the way out, they all looked up again and the punk said "Fvck you, boy." Again, I kept walking - this time smiling and winking again, adding something like "In your dreams, big boy."

As I approached my truck, I saw my wife get out of the passenger side and walk around to the rear of the vehicle, with a worried look on her face. I could sense that the guy and a few of his friends had gotten up and followed me over. When I reached her, I handed her the drink and medicine and told her to go ahead and get back in the truck. Naturally, she didn't.

I turned around and approached the driver's door and saw that there were about 7-8 guys semi-circled around, with the punk (Michael is his name) standing in the middle of them. That was about the first time I really became worried, because that was a lot of guys. My first instinct would have been to try and climb into my truck and leave (I had the room.) Unfortunately, my wife was so worried that she followed me around to my side instead of getting back in.

Well, there being not much of an alternative, I turned to the punk and smiled once again. I looked around and said something like "10 big 'ol boys against one little "i love you," eh?" I was hoping to at least shame him into at least a 1-on-1 confrontation, as he wasn't that much bigger than I. At the best, I thought maybe I could BS my way out of it, as I really didn't care at that point if the local heroin-dealer and his pals thought I was a coward or not. I made my way to the driver's side door, hoping my wife would follow my lead and get in. She did not.

I didn't have much of chance for talk, as the guy stepped forward once I reached the door and immediately grabbed my lapels of my jacket. I had enough time to reach up and grab him as well, but I was thrown a bit off-balance. At that time, he swung me around 180° and I completely lost my balance and fell backwards, pulling him on top of me. Bad idea.

I fell on the parking lot, hitting my head pretty hard. He fell on top of me, and since I was still holding on to him, my fingers got twisted up and bent underneath his armpits. I sprained two fingers, but worse than that, my hands were pretty much stuck in his clothing, leaving myself pretty defenseless with him sitting on top of me. This was starting to suck.

As I worked my hands free, expecting blows to land on my face any moment, things suddenly got.. fuzzy. My head suddenly hurt like hell and my vision swam. When my finally brain figured out what was going on, the second kick struck me in my temple again and that's about all I can tell you from my point of view. I vaguely saw the shapes of people standing around me, blocking out the parking-lot lights. I don't think I lost conciousness for more than a moment or two, if at all, but the next 1-2 minutes are something I don't recall exactly, althought I do recall getting wet for some (at the time) unknown reason. The rest of the story comes from my wife.

While I first went down, she, of course, yelled and ran towards me. Another guy grabbed her and held her back. He was a friend of Michael, but probably the lesser asshole of the whole group. He later claimed he did that to hold her back and keep from getting hurt. She struggled a bit and yelled at everyone that this wasn't fair and that they were a bunch of cowards and what-not. As the group-kicking commenced, she broke free and ran in to do the only thing she really could - swinging the 20oz plactic bottle of Sprite as hard as the could, she struck Micheal in the back of the head, toppling him over and busting the bottle, soaking us all in sticky soda.

At this, the kicking ceased and people grabbed the groggy punk up and dragged him back to his vehicle. As I came around, my wife helped me to my feet. I knew I was bleeding from my head, shoulder, and (outer) ear, but didn't feel much pain. She helped me back to my truck and we drive home (~1-2 miles away.)

The rest of the story pretty much sucks, but to be concise, we called the cops and doctered me up a bit. Totally injuries included a gash on the back of my head where I hit the pavement that probalby needed 2-3 stitches, but I refused to go to the ER, 2 sprained fingers, an asphalt-rash on my shoulder, and two earrings ripped from my left ear. The cops (whom everyone knows was rather friendly with the drug dealers decided there wasn't anything they could do that night (Sat,) even though we knew the identity of ~6 of the assailants. They suggested (but recommended against) that we file a complaint with the JoP or whoever come Monday morning, which we eventually did. Naturally, the following day (Tuesday,) the Micheal-punk filed his own complaint against my wife for assault (the bottle of Sprite.)

Now oddly enough, the local court had his case against my wife first (out was on the docket for the following month), where our story is echoed, only for her to be severely admonished by the judge there, telling her she was very lucky he didn't up the charges to assault with a deadly weapon and imprisoning her. In his mind, he stated, it wasn't self-defense, as *she* wasn't the one being attacked. :roll:

There was a $250 fine, which my dad and her's argued over who was going to pay (they each wanted to do it themselves - both being proud of her, and pissed at the situation.) Micheal eventually just payed his $250 fine a week later, avoiding the court altogether.

*shrug*

Stories like this are why people should be able to carry guns. Imagine if you were able to shoot the guy the moment he grabbed you, then look at his friends and asked if they wanted some of this as well. People like him are a waste of space.

 

[Lonyo]

Originally posted by: NetWareHead

Originally posted by: cKGunslinger
About 10 years ago, I was taking my fiance (now wife) to a store late one night (~1am) to get some Tylenol, as she had a headache. We live in a small town and at that time, there was only a convenience store/truck stop open and it was kind crowded, so I parked at the far end of the parking lot, told her stay put while I went in for the medicine and a 20z bottle of Sprite.

As I walked up to the doors, I passed by this truck with its door open and radio playing. Some punk (~22 yo white guy, local small-time drug dealer and body shop mechanic) was sitting there with about 4-5 of his friends bullsh1tting and what not. I didn't really know the guy, just that he was pretty much trash. When I passed by, I heard him say something like "Yeah, I'd fvck up that little lovely human right there too. He looks like a pussy anyway." I kept walking, turning my head and giving him a wink and a smile, then went into the store.

Bought the aspirin and a 20z (plastic) bottle of Sprite and left. On the way out, they all looked up again and the punk said "Fvck you, boy." Again, I kept walking - this time smiling and winking again, adding something like "In your dreams, big boy."

As I approached my truck, I saw my wife get out of the passenger side and walk around to the rear of the vehicle, with a worried look on her face. I could sense that the guy and a few of his friends had gotten up and followed me over. When I reached her, I handed her the drink and medicine and told her to go ahead and get back in the truck. Naturally, she didn't.

I turned around and approached the driver's door and saw that there were about 7-8 guys semi-circled around, with the punk (Michael is his name) standing in the middle of them. That was about the first time I really became worried, because that was a lot of guys. My first instinct would have been to try and climb into my truck and leave (I had the room.) Unfortunately, my wife was so worried that she followed me around to my side instead of getting back in.

Well, there being not much of an alternative, I turned to the punk and smiled once again. I looked around and said something like "10 big 'ol boys against one little "i love you," eh?" I was hoping to at least shame him into at least a 1-on-1 confrontation, as he wasn't that much bigger than I. At the best, I thought maybe I could BS my way out of it, as I really didn't care at that point if the local heroin-dealer and his pals thought I was a coward or not. I made my way to the driver's side door, hoping my wife would follow my lead and get in. She did not.

I didn't have much of chance for talk, as the guy stepped forward once I reached the door and immediately grabbed my lapels of my jacket. I had enough time to reach up and grab him as well, but I was thrown a bit off-balance. At that time, he swung me around 180° and I completely lost my balance and fell backwards, pulling him on top of me. Bad idea.

I fell on the parking lot, hitting my head pretty hard. He fell on top of me, and since I was still holding on to him, my fingers got twisted up and bent underneath his armpits. I sprained two fingers, but worse than that, my hands were pretty much stuck in his clothing, leaving myself pretty defenseless with him sitting on top of me. This was starting to suck.

As I worked my hands free, expecting blows to land on my face any moment, things suddenly got.. fuzzy. My head suddenly hurt like hell and my vision swam. When my finally brain figured out what was going on, the second kick struck me in my temple again and that's about all I can tell you from my point of view. I vaguely saw the shapes of people standing around me, blocking out the parking-lot lights. I don't think I lost conciousness for more than a moment or two, if at all, but the next 1-2 minutes are something I don't recall exactly, althought I do recall getting wet for some (at the time) unknown reason. The rest of the story comes from my wife.

While I first went down, she, of course, yelled and ran towards me. Another guy grabbed her and held her back. He was a friend of Michael, but probably the lesser asshole of the whole group. He later claimed he did that to hold her back and keep from getting hurt. She struggled a bit and yelled at everyone that this wasn't fair and that they were a bunch of cowards and what-not. As the group-kicking commenced, she broke free and ran in to do the only thing she really could - swinging the 20oz plactic bottle of Sprite as hard as the could, she struck Micheal in the back of the head, toppling him over and busting the bottle, soaking us all in sticky soda.

At this, the kicking ceased and people grabbed the groggy punk up and dragged him back to his vehicle. As I came around, my wife helped me to my feet. I knew I was bleeding from my head, shoulder, and (outer) ear, but didn't feel much pain. She helped me back to my truck and we drive home (~1-2 miles away.)

The rest of the story pretty much sucks, but to be concise, we called the cops and doctered me up a bit. Totally injuries included a gash on the back of my head where I hit the pavement that probalby needed 2-3 stitches, but I refused to go to the ER, 2 sprained fingers, an asphalt-rash on my shoulder, and two earrings ripped from my left ear. The cops (whom everyone knows was rather friendly with the drug dealers decided there wasn't anything they could do that night (Sat,) even though we knew the identity of ~6 of the assailants. They suggested (but recommended against) that we file a complaint with the JoP or whoever come Monday morning, which we eventually did. Naturally, the following day (Tuesday,) the Micheal-punk filed his own complaint against my wife for assault (the bottle of Sprite.)

Now oddly enough, the local court had his case against my wife first (out was on the docket for the following month), where our story is echoed, only for her to be severely admonished by the judge there, telling her she was very lucky he didn't up the charges to assault with a deadly weapon and imprisoning her. In his mind, he stated, it wasn't self-defense, as *she* wasn't the one being attacked. :roll:

There was a $250 fine, which my dad and her's argued over who was going to pay (they each wanted to do it themselves - both being proud of her, and pissed at the situation.) Micheal eventually just payed his $250 fine a week later, avoiding the court altogether.

*shrug*

Stories like this are why people should be able to carry guns. Imagine if you were able to shoot the guy the moment he grabbed you, then look at his friends and asked if they wanted some of this as well. People like him are a waste of space.

Or why people shouldn't be stupid.

I kept walking, turning my head and giving him a wink and a smile, then went into the store.

You knew what you were doing,and what could happen, so in a way you almost brought it upon yourself.
Yeah, it sucks he didn't get punished, you got kicked in etc, but it was probably totally avoidable. The very fact you winked/smiled at him suggests you knew what sort of character he was, and that doing so would antagonise him, and then suprise suprise, he comes and kicks you in....

 

[CrackRabbit]

2 weeks ago I had all of the tools that I own stolen out of the trunk of my car.
Had a very nice ratchet and socket set, a bunch of random screwdrivers and a three ton jack.
I doubt I will ever see any of it again.
The kicker is I am almost sure that whomever stole them lives in the complex where I do, the jack alone weighed close to 80 lbs, and they couldn't of taken it far without making a ton of noise.

 

[TWills]

Some one kicked in my church's garage door and stole an air compressor and an impact wrench. We replaced the busted door with a steel one and a deadbolt. Ironically, he kicked that door in too and stole the bbq grill and the rest of the tools. We filed a stolen property report with the police and put up a sign just inside the door that reads, "Bibles on the top shelf to the left." We can't wait for him to steal the Dixie Chopper now

 

[hemiram]

I was attacked when I was 21 by a drunk outside a bar. He ended up with several teeth knocked out after I took the roll of quarters I had in my pocket and slammed them into the sife of his face. He went down, and quarters went everywhere. Well worth the $$. A roll of quaters is a pretty decent weapon to carry. Wrap it with duct tape and it will last several hits before they go everywhere.

A few months after that, I was held up at the gas station I worked at. There were four of them, one came in and got gas several times the previous week. He would end up regretting that. When they left, they had a whopping 48 bucks and 4 cartons of Kools. We picked the guy we had seen before out of the mugbook instantly. The other guys with him were never caught. He got 30 years for it, and served a good chunk of it. He was paroled on 98, but never got out, as he had a 25 year attempted murder rap to do, and he's still doing it. If he gets out on parole at his earliest possible date, he will be 63, if he does the whole 25, he will be about 75.

My neighbor threatened to kill me, and pointed a 45 at me, after I knocked on his door. He was high on coke. He went to jail for beating on his wife that night anyway, so I didn't press charges.

I got into a fight with some guy one time, he attacked me when I snickered at he and his son's matching "rerun" type outfits. The cops appeared suddenly, and prevented him from getting a severe ass whuppin, as I was seriously pissed, and had just knocked him down and stomped his legs. He was a known hothead, the cops purposely wrote down a phony name and address to keep him from coming after me. He's locked up now after nearly killing his wife a few years ago.

 

[oboeguy]

Bike stolen at knife point when I was 12. Mugger never caught (duh, this was the 80s in NYC).

 

[otispunkmeyer]

even though i live in a town full of scum bags that do sh!t like this for fun, i reckon me and my family have been pretty lucky.

had our garage broken into a few years back, 2 bikes stolen, but then found one dumped in a garden up the road. had our car broken into once...but this was wayyyyy back bout 6-7years ago, they must of been gutted when they found 1) no stereo and 2) michael bolton tapes lol!

 

[otispunkmeyer]

oh and another thing, (hasnt happend to me yet, thank god) the local townies/chavs/scumbags (whatever u wanna call them, they are the bottom of society either which way) have been teaming up into groups of 7-8 and attacking, for no reason, students at my uni.

last week 8 lads beat the bjesus out of 2 athletes (runners), theyve tried to rape girls, and beat others up too. their method is to get you down quick and then kick you in the head

they also ride round on bicycles punching you in the head, or throwing stuff at you as your walking home from a night out and they ride past you

thats why i insist on drving and not drinking now....so i can take people (mainly my female friends) home safely and yes there is a solid wood baseball bat in the boot of my car

 

[Britboy]

In my home town in England I had a carving knife held to my throat in a Chinese takeaway by some drugged up punk. He apparently thought my drunk friend was making fun of him and his girlfriend, of course my so-called friend ran off and left me to deal with it. I filed a report with the police but he was never caught.