I had arranged to meet with my friend Francesca at a BART station near her, where she would pick me up and take me to her home to install a new device on her computer. I was running late in my preparation, but by the time I left my home I thought I still had time to get some coffee and a pastry at a nearby bakery first, then catch a bus from there to the nearest BART station. I did that, and waited in the drizzle for the bus. It never came! Then I realized that it was a holiday, Martin Luther King's Birthday, and the buses that I would take weren't running! So I made the long walk to the BART station. I couldn't find my friend's telephone number, and when I finally called after getting it from information I only got a recorded message. When I reached the station where we were to meet, I was an hour late, and she had left. I felt badly at letting my friend down. I spent some time walking around in the rain, and had some coffee before returning home on BART.
It had finally stopped raining. I decided to walk to a Mexican Restaurant about a mile away, over streets that I knew well. My complacency was rudely interrupted when, a few blocks from the restaurant, a man unsuccessfully tried to grab my purse! I was holding on to it well, and yelled at him to leave, using an unladylike voice and language. I enjoyed my meal at the restaurant. Before leaving, I moved my valuables from my purse to a more secure area on my person, and began the walk home. I fortunately didn't see that man again, but during my quite nervous walk I received the offer from a man for a ride, and while passing a liquor store had a man loudly announce to no one in particular that I was a man.
I finally contacted my friend, and we agreed to meet the following day.
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