Have you ever been attacked by a random stranger? Any attempted attacks?

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Attempted.

Because of my dumbass friends.

About a decade ago we went to a Shakesphere in the Park kind of thing. It actually wasn’t SITP, but something similar. It was an outdoor performance, audience spread out in picnic-style. Free. Most people had wine, crackers, and cheese in their baskets. Not us. Me and some of my fraternity brothers from college decided it would be a good idea to attend this performance. We had chips and a cooler full of four lokos, natty lights, and a bottle of Malort. While everyone was sipping on wine, munching on adorbs, and paying close attention to the people on stage…we were getting fucked up, except for the DD. Having our own fun.

My brothers:
Ian Cotton Nance (he’s always talking shit, diarrhea of the mouth)
Mistermeanor (went to jail a few times)
Big Mad
The Cannon (he had balls! figuratively, I had no idea if he did literally)

There was a gal too. Tiffany? I don’t remember it began with a T. This was around 10 years ago. She could hold her own, on the internet. Quite fierce on social media. But she could not hold her liquor!

People started to get annoyed. I was like “oh no!”. One woman from the picnic over whipped out her phone. The gal in our group who seemingly got drunk just from drinking a HALF of the four loko confronted the woman. “Hey, what are you doing?”, asked our gal. “I’m filming you guys, I’m showing how people in Indianapolis act! SMH!”, said the woman. The Cannon came and shooed her away. As the performance wrapped up, we gathered up our things and I tried to calm our party down, because I had a premonition that something crazy was about to happen. I was right.

Things went ok until we entered the building. There was a building between the grounds and the parking lot. We had a damn leaky cooler. At that time, we were not kings with a Yeti. We were just jokers with a shabby Igloo. Most of the ice had turned into water. Mistermeanor and Ian Cotton Nance carried our cooler down the stairs. The building was crowded AF and we were packed into the stairs like sardines. Some dude who look like that Dr. Shawn Baker cat was in front of us. My friends accidentally bumped that guy a few times with our cooler. The dude got mad and said “You’re making me wet!”. My friends LOL’d (so immature). They bumped him again. The dude yells again “YOU’RE MAKING ME WET, CUT IT OUT”. ICN says “Suuuuure, buddy!”. The dude yells some more “EVERYTHING IS NOT A FUCKING TOY, GET THAT FUCKING COOLER AWAY FROM ME!” The Cannon confronts the dude and tells him to get a grip and be respectful. The dude turns even redder and jumps at ICN and Mistermeanor like he was going to start swinging. His friends hold him back.

The crowd dispersed into the parking lot.

It turns out The Dude is parked just the next row from us. Oh no! As we headed to our cars, Ian Cotton Nance shouted over to the Dude, “Fuck you, man. Get the fuck out!” The Dude charged towards us! And then Big Mad charged towards him! The Dude’s friends restrain him once again, and we restrained Big Mad. The Dude’s girlfriend or wife started to get really mad at him. I guess he behaved in public like that often, and she had enough? He then storms off into his car, and his party follows. He then blasted music, revved his engine like crazy, and sped off the parking lot with the tires screeching.

I was like “whew, close call!” I was in no mood for a fight, I just came out for a good time. I think if no one held that guy back he would’ve whooped all of our asses. He was BIG. My friends had that liquid courage in them and did not understand how unhinged that guy was.

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Nothing interesting; benefits of clean living and luck (to not be mugged, randomly assaulted, etc) I suppose.

Closest I’ve come to a physical altercation with a stranger was a guy who pulled out of a side street right in front of me. I hit the horn and he stopped his Jeep and started to get out. When it was clear that I was just waiting for him to get out so I could drive around him rather than engage in suburban fisticuffs, he impotently got back in and drove off.

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Almost. Was driving in London years ago and somehow I guess I acccidentally pulled out in front of a guy who thought he had the right of way. We were stopped at a red light: he got out of his car and stormed at me. Fortunately I was able to lock the car doors: he kicked at them but couldn’t open them.

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I got slapped by a bar girl in Spain. She asked me to buy her a drink and I said no. She asked me why and I told her because she was ugly. POW! I started over the bar after her, but the guy I was with dragged me back, laughing his ass off. We left the bar and he says “Man, she hit you so hard I saw stars!” Not my proudest moment.

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Stranger

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Amazing.

Not me, but the woman next to me. A couple years ago I was with my family in NYC, on the subway on the way to a Broadway play. A guy sitting across from us was clearly fucked up: he was shifting around, muttering to himself, occasionally shouting obscenities. We were doing our best to ignore him. A woman sitting next to me was also trying to ignore him.

Eventually at a stop he got up, lunged forward and punched her as hard as he could in the eye, and ran out of the car.

It was fucking terrible.

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A guy once threw an empty pint glass at me in a bar. Bounced off my chest - didn’t hurt me at all. Or the pint glass.

Found out later he was the manager.

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Almost twenty years ago I was in a fight in Honduras. At the time I was in my late 20s, and about 250 lbs or so, beefy and strong but overweight. I wrestled in high school (and wasn’t very good) and boxed in college (and I was a little better). Late at night, 3 youths accosted me. They were skinny teenagers, perhaps about 130 lbs each at most, and they attacked me with rocks and beer bottles.

They were very hesitant to get close to me (we were sort of in a “running battle” through the streets of the small town of Copan as I was heading home) and mostly threw the rocks and bottles at me. With my adrenaline pumping, I didn’t feel any of it and laughed it off while cursing them. Finally, at some point, one of them got close and I grabbed him. It was like wrestling with a child, or a rag doll, it felt like at the time, and I got him in a headlock and punched him until he collapsed. He was absolutely no threat and the struggle was almost comical – I recall thinking at the time that the guy almost felt like he went limp or something. Shortly after the other guys ran off (and picked up their prone compatriot, I think) and I got home.

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Here’s when I got punched in the face.

I got punched in the face!

There was also the time when one of my housemates, let’s call him Nick, since that’s his name, got totally hammered and started hitting on this girl at a bar. Her boyfriend wasn’t happy, and Nick suggested his irritation was because “she’s digging me more than you.” Nick then suggested that BF should walk away because his friends (including me) would “stuff you into that basketball hoop”.

We were escorted out before anyone got stuffed into anything. I suppose it wouldn’t have been me getting attacked, but some other guy getting attacked by Nick and Nick’s gang of unwitting thugs.

Good times.

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Closest I got was an Aerosmith AC/DC concert back in the early 80s. Alpine Valley IIRC. Some idiot in back apparently chucked a rock, and it hit my buddy’s GF in the back of the head. We had to leave - she got stitches.

And I used to go out drinking with a guy who, when he got shitfaced, periodically would pick fights. Real Jekyll/Hyde shit. So I was there when OTHER random strangers folk got attacked by someone I knew.

OP - yes, your friends DO sound like a bunch of dumbasses.

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I didn’t realize until I read your OP that YOU were the “random strangers” attacking some dude, or, I guess, Dude. Your story makes you own side sound like assholes.

I mean, seriously.

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Here’s a thread from 20 years ago on almost, not quite, the same topic

As to the OP’s story, damned lucky thing all 4 of 'em didn’t get their asses whupped. Pretty much a classic case of lowlife drunks doing FAFO.

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This is why I hate being around drunk people.

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Well, I was attacked a couple times when working security during college, but that wouldnt be totally random.

My instance- i think I have told this story before- was during the time I have a Concealed carry permit. We were in SF, and I was walking two female coworkers to the train station, it had gotten dark. Two homeless guys lurched out of an alley, demanding money- one had a 2X4 with a nail or nails in it. I showed my gun and ordered them to drop it= then back off and we went out way- shaken, but not stirred.

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I was robbed at gunpoint. If that is “attacked”.
I was in a car with a group of teenagers. We saw a good looking girl in a car and followed her. While stopped at a light she got out and started hitting one of us. This was deserved. We were being big jerks.

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While I was exiting a Manhattan subway station, a homeless man shoved me from behind and sent me plummeting (nearly) face-first into the stairs. (From what I could tell, he was furious that I’d stepped aside to let him finish descending the same stairs a moment earlier.)

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In 79 we lived a block from all the bars on High Street (Ohio State) and I had a guy walk up on my porch while were drinking warm beer and he pulled out a straight razor and demanded my money. I just laughed and told him we were poor college kids who bought warm Cooks beer with blood plasma money and then offered him a one. He then hung out with us and we called the cops on him.

My roommate and I testtified in court agasint him and recieved money for being witnesses. We went out and bought some cold beer with that. Thanks stupid drunk dude! :clinking_beer_mugs:

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Me, too!

Booze seems to be the common theme in this list of so-called “random” encounters. :roll_eyes:

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I had a stranger who threatened to attack me but backed down. And it really was a total stranger.

This was nearly 30 years ago, in my extremely poor days. At the time I was working in a computer store making crap money and lived in a really bad apartment building. I mean really bad. Cockroaches everywhere, most of the residents did drugs regularly (as did the building’s landlord). There were a lot of people who didn’t work and got by on disability or other programs like that. If I ordered food delivery, when I gave my address either they would tell me that they won’t deliver to my building, or they’d do it if I agreed to meet them a block away. Cops would sometimes walk the halls at night, you could hear their footsteps and radios. When my brother was in a mental hospital one time and I went to visit him, they had brochures on hand in the place for people to find help, and one of them had low income places to check out. And I found my apartment building on that list. It wasn’t great to see it there.

Also, not long after I moved out, the whole building was shut down and vacated before a major renovation fixed it up. The building used to be a hospital about 100 years earlier, and was turned into apartments.

Anyway, just setting the scene for the kind of place I lived at back then. Definitely not good. Me, I was a bit of an anomaly because I had a job, I kept my apartment spotlessly clean (which cut down the number of cockroaches immensely, though it didn’t cut them down to zero) and I never touched drugs (I didn’t even smoke cigarettes). But this was the only kind of place I could afford back then.

Well, we had a lot of bad customers visiting a place like that (as you might imagine) so you couldn’t just come into the building itself. You needed a key to get into the lobby. And we were warned to never let anyone in who didn’t have a key. So one day I was coming in, and a guy tried to “piggyback” behind me. (You know, come into the door I unlocked before it closed.) He even said “thanks” as he was doing it.

I wasn’t having any of that, and made sure to close the door before he could get in. He looked at me like he couldn’t believe I would do that, and he asked me to let him in. I said, I am not allowed to do that, if you are meeting someone in the building, wait for them to come let you in. He got real pissed at me, and said he was going to kick my ass if I didn’t let him in.

At that point I stopped being polite, scowled at him, and pointed out a few things. First of all, he was on the other side of a locked door, so he can’t do a thing to me dumbass. Second, he tries anything, I will call the cops. And third, he was smaller than me and I was trained in martial arts and would destroy his stringy ass even if the door wasn’t closed.

He cursed at me and left. But that guy did act like he was going to throw down. I think he mistook my politeness as cowardice at first.

(Funny thing is, I’m not very tall; I’m actually on the short end of average or tall end of short in height, but this guy really was a scrawny dude who didn’t seem much taller than 5’.)

I have no idea who he was or why he was trying to get in, but I’m sure it wasn’t for a good reason.

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Two or three years ago, I was leaving the pub where I’m a regular. I go there as a minimum every Tuesday and I usually have at least around 8 beers there. It’s a pub for night owls like me - they close no earlier than 1 AM. So I was just exiting, appropriately shitfaced, at closing time, when literally around three feet from the door, these four young men appear on the sidewalk on my left side. Likely tourists. They were around 20 years old and literally looked like quadruplets: they were all tall and slim, with as I recall neon green t-shirts and black shorts, and had the same haircut.

Maybe I gave them a little stare, but as I recall, I politely said “good evening” to them. The response of one of them was to give me a smart punch to the jaw! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?

And then all four of them made off in double time. But the one had picked the wrong person to assault. I rushed after them, yelling various insults and expletives at the top of my lungs. I think I have never screamed so hard in all my life. I tried to catch up with them, meaning to throw something at the assailant, but they turned two corners and evaded me.

In my drunken stupor, I went to the local park and started to cry. A bum came up to me, got close to me, and managed to pick my pocket. But I saw his game and wrestled my wallet from his hand. I don’t remember getting home.

The next morning my voice was extremely hoarse from all the yelling. I had difficulty speaking for about a week - not good for an English as a second language teacher.