After returning home from Brooklyn today, I putzed around the apartment for a little while, then debated on whether or not I should go to Shoprite. It was 7pm and dark out. My first instinct was no, probably not the safest thing to do. My second instinct was eh, it's only 7pm - no big deal. So I walk over, grab a few things, and on my home, while walking past the good old embankment which I wrote about on the 7th, eggs start flying at me. I look up, and 5 or 6 kids are on top of the embankment with hooded sweatshirts on, chucking eggs at me. One of them called me a bitch, they were all laughing, and the eggs just kept flying. They were hitting the parked cars and smashing near my feet. Miraculously, none of them hit me. I started running, with the eggs still smashing all around me, even as I got to the end of the block and further out of their range. I was totally rattled.

I got home and called the police immediately. At first I didn't want to file a report, but changed my mind, so 15 minutes later the cops were at my house and I explained what happened. They said this didn't call for an actual report to be filed - if I had gotten hit then they would have filed a report. Then they just guffawed about it being "that time of year" and how there were only two more weeks left until Halloween. Um, yeah that makes me feel better. I'm going to get my letter-writing cap on and have at it. I cannot believe I was just running down the sidewalk with grocery bags in my hands, getting called a bitch and having eggs thrown at me. And this coming on the heels of my recent post about wanting to move out of the city? If I wasn't in school, Contagious, I'd say make room for a couch surfer.

Ultimately what I take from this is 1) ALWAYS go with your first instinct, and 2) anyone who wants to turn that embankment into a park has shit for brains. The fact that that this thing is obviously not secure is totally disturbing, especially since it goes through my fucking backyard, and believe me someone is getting a letter about it. Granted, the part I was attacked from is cut off from the segment behind my house, but if kids are getting up onto that segment I simply don't trust that they are not getting up onto other segments too.

This also solidifies my distrust of packs of teenage kids. My stomach sort of drops when I see one coming towards me. I always cross the street. My distrust started when I was living in Brooklyn and a group of high school hootchies was walking past me and one of them got in my face and made this weird hissing noise while all her friends were laughing. So now I don't take the chance of possibly getting fucked with and just cross the street.

Other than that, had a fine weekend.