One young man ran up behind me, pinned my arms and held my waist as soon as I had my house key from my purse. Another young man, who had reached me at the same time, just reached up and pulled the strap, which instantly tore away, and they took off running, while I called for help with no one responding.
That's it. My credit cards, identifying information, makeup, etc. was gone in seconds. The pepper spray did me no good. Nor did having my keys in my hand. I can't go to work without ID, and being contract, that means I don't get paid for the time it's going to take me to get new identification. I'm screwed.
And I'm going to need identification for an in-person job interview because the company is flying me to Salt Lake City for the face-to-face interview.
Welcome to Womanhood, and another good reason to leave Louisville.
But I finally met someone here I really like to be with, and likes to be with quirky me.