The guy who mugged me was "deceived"
(Fiction)
So, I'm crossing the parking lot in the dark. Glancing at my gold Rolex, I noticed the time was about 11:45pm. My car's in the upper deck, so I head to the dark stairwell. The guy who was behind me seemed like he must have been parked on the same deck. He followed me into the stairwell.
Surprisingly, at the first landing on the stairs, the guy asks me if I have a light for his cigarette. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my lighter. It took a second, because the diamond stud caught on my money clip.
The clip falls out of my pocket. Great, I thought, now my hundreds are gonna get dusty.
I started to light the guy's cigarette, but then I noticed he hadn't gotten it out yet. I was puzzled.
The guy says, "let me get that for you," and reaches for my money clip on the ground.
"Thanks," I said.
Anyway, he gets the clip and, instead of handing it to me, starts to walk off with it. Can you believe that?
So, I said, "Hey, that's my money clip."
This guy...this guy turns around and says, "Not anymore!"
"Wait. You're stealing it?"
He just looks at me like I'm an idiot.
"You're stealing my money?"
"No," he says. I'm just reclaiming it. "This guy I listen to told me you stole it from me."
"Which guy?"
"Stage hypnotist guy. He's great."
"Did you believe him?"
"Sure."
"I don't think you do."
"Maybe I don't. I'm keeping the money though."
I was going to give him a piece of my mind, but he ran off.