Trusting your gut feelings about someone can be tricky - after all, you don't want to seem rude. But maybe someone is standing a bit too close at the bus stop, or maybe that person asking for directions doesn't need directions at all. Street smarts are important, and sometimes they can even save your life.
These stories demonstrate just how necessary street smart skills are, especially when you're on your own and something just doesn't feel right.
A Bar Patron Waited For Her Outside Her Work
From Redditor u/Goldfishguru:
Worked as a Shot Girl at a pub. One night I rejected someone who attempted to get my number. Not unusual and he didn't seem that bothered. The whole exchange wasn't strange to me.
In the early hours after the bar closed, I went to leave through the back door into the car park like usual when I saw the sensor light outside was on. Someone was [standing] just outside the door. I felt uneasy so went out the front and asked one of the bouncers to walk me round the back to my car.
As we rounded the corner, we spotted this guy lurking outside the door holding his belt like a makeshift garotte. When he saw us he started screaming that I was a f*cking b*tch and I should die. He scampered off into the road and never came back.Saved by street smarts?
They Called Security On A Party With A Girls-Only Punch Bowl
From Redditor u/moffsoi:
I went to a frat party at another school and just got a really bad vibe. The guys had a separate bowl of punch for girls (which wasn’t that unusual in itself, although maybe it should be), and I noticed some of the girls seemed off/way too drunk, so I helped them get out of there, warned the other girls at the party, and called campus security on the frat.
It turned out that a bunch of girls were roofied at the party and had to be hospitalized. It all got swept under the rug, and there were no penalties for the fraternity as far as I know.Saved by street smarts?
They Sensed Something Waiting For Them In An Empty Metro Station
From Redditor u/DesiderataVita:
I made my way to a metro station. As I made my way down the street, I thought it was very strange that there was nobody. Nobody but this stereotypical bum sleeping with an empty bottle of wine next to him on the stairs.
I was still standing at the top of them looking down. It was one of those moments where you're just like, "This isn't right..." and I immediately got the sense that somebody else was down there in that empty terminal. And I could almost literally feel their anticipation and their eyes on me. And the fact that the flickering creepy hospital lights were the only lighting down there.
But ultimately, my immediate thoughts were "Why the f*ck is nobody else down here?" No crowd. No passengers. Not even a small line at the ticket machine that I could just barely see when I made it about halfway down the stairs. Each step [made] me feel more and more uneasy and more and more in danger.
I noped the f*ck out of there and took a different route home where the streets were still decently full of other passers by.
The next day I found out that there was a mugging down there about 20 minutes after I had peaced out...Saved by street smarts?
A Man Followed Her Home From The Grocery Store
From Redditor u/Stuwe:
I am a petite woman, and was 19 at the time. Had a late shift that ended at 10pm. Hit the grocery before my walk home (about 10 blocks). I’ve got arms full of groceries and notice a car drive past me in the opposite direction. Heard it pull a U-turn behind me and park. I tell myself, "probably just getting home from work too," but then I hear foot steps behind me.
I turn around and it's a man in his 30s, I’d guess. He doesn’t say anything, but stops walking when I stopped walking. I keep walking, [a] bit faster now and I can hear him speed up too. I turn around again and say, "hey man, whatsup?" He says nothing.
I turn around and keep walking, almost at a mini-jog pace, and I hear him speed up too. I was about four blocks away from home. The adrenaline kicked in, I dropped my bags and booked it. Made it home, told my boyfriend what was happening. As he goes outside to find the guy, dude drives by in his car. Right past my house.
We call the cops, give them a description, and the operator tells us they’ve had other calls about the same guy. Really happy I listened to my gut.Saved by street smarts?