Fight or Flight? I chose fight.
Finally home! Some guy grabbed my phone off my hand when the train stopped at Wilson. I got off my seat and ran as fast as I could, jumped on him, wrapped my arms around his neck and told him to give my phone back. I don’t know what I was thinking. Clearly, I wasn’t thinking at all. I just wanted my phone back. In my head I kept thinking I am gonna get stabbed but thankfully I didn’t. Luckily, while I was struggling with him, some guy yelled at him and told him to give my phone back.
It sorta went like this:
Well… not really. I’m just glad I am okay and I got my phone back. Sad though that I left my food from Seven Treasures on the train :( Supposed to be dinner for tonight. BLAH CHICAGO!
