Reminds me of the time I walked home from school one night in a ghetto area. I was listening to my iPod and just minding my own business. There were these two guys sitting at the corner of the gas station across the street. As I passed, they walked across the road and started trailing me. I noticed but ignored them since it was only 7 pm and there was a moderate amount of cars passing by. Nothing could possibly happen. So anyways, I walk about two blocks when all of a sudden, I hear loud footsteps coming from behind. As I started to panic and turn around, the two sprinted right past me and went into a small alcove on the left. Confused but trying my best to look unfazed, I calmly walked by. Nothing happened. I didn't think much of it and continued on. I get to the next block and take another glance behind me. They were still following me.

At this point I was pretty suspicious and started to pick up the pace. As I was nearing the street of my apartment, I hear the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps again. What the hell are they doing this time? Next thing I know, a pair of arms were latched around my waist. A hooded figure swung around in front of me and started throwing jabs. Instinctively, I raised my arms to guard my face. Luckily, that seemed to work as it blocked most of the hits. I tried to resist and thrash around, but to no avail. Suddenly, someone yelled from across the street. A second later, I was hurled onto the pavement, knocking one of my shoes off. Filled to the brim with adrenaline, I got back on my feet, ready to fuck shit up. However, my assailants were already a block away and I had enough clarity to decide against chasing them. The women who had happened to be watching from across the street called out to me, asking me if I was okay. I put my shoe back on and just gave them a silent thumbs up before hobbling home - nose bleeding, pissed, and dumbfounded at what just happened.

It wasn't until I got home that I did a check to see if anything was missing. Wallet, keys, phone; everything was still there in my pockets. Strange, I thought. When I reached to take off my headphones, it was then that I realized my iPod was no longer connected to the other end. Suddenly, everything made sense. Back at the gas station, they had been scoping for easy targets to jump. Me, being a skinny, 5'5" asian dude just happened to be what they were looking for. I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt at the time, with my iPod inside a large pocket on the front, lower side. When they sprinted past me the first time, they were confirming the location of the iPod, scanning for access points. I got to hand it to them, that was pretty smart.

After the adrenaline wore off, I started to freak out about how lucky I was to walk away as well off as I did. If I had chased them, I don't know what might have happened.

TLDR; Two dudes ran past me to scope me out, ended up getting mugged