At first I thought they were joking - until of course a couple of punches landed on my face and I found myself on the ground, with one of them removing my watch and bracelet and the others rummaging through my pockets.
They were kind of nice about it - relatively speaking - since they gave back my wallet (at my request) after removing the cash and they returned my mobile phone. While I was walking away they gave me back $10 (presumably so I could get home). As the first - and hopefully the last - time that I've been mugged it was also relatively tame.
With all the walking around alone at night that I do, I'm a little surprised that it didn't happen sooner.
This, however, is the end of innocence. The end of (naively) feeling safe wherever I go, at whatever time it is. I can no longer claim that "it won't happen to me" because, quite clearly, it can and it did. I shed a few tears today at this realisation and the realisation that I will be watching my back for years to come.
And, if you're wondering, I did report the incident to the police and I did end up going out. A mugging is one thing, letting it ruin your night is another.
UPDATE: Here is a picture of the watch and the bracelet that they stole. They have more personal value to me than material value. If you see them, please let me know.