Lost in the Crowd... Not Really!

"It's always on 34th street!", I exclaimed after a rather rude encounter in front of a dressing room. "Let's leave before I get knocked in the head again", I reiterated to my bud referring to an earlier altercation that had happened 7 years prior (more on this later). I was run over by rudeness coming from a young woman that may have been my age or so. Basically, I was bumped not once but twice by the momentum of her bulging purse. As she passed me without a word, I said to her back as she approached her curtained partition, "You could say excuse me please." She turned with a grimace and attitude in tone asking, "Excuse me?!" At this I repeated myself.
This young woman went on to claim that she was about to say sorry, but due to the fact that I approached her with rudeness I wouldn't be getting any apology from her at all. I just chuckled as she sauntered behind the curtain. When she was saying all this to me (with a look of awe and disdain in her face) her friend made it her business to poke her head out of her dressing cubicle to gawk at me. My friend who I was awaiting, clothed and came out she confirmed with me that I definitely was not going to get any type of salutation whatsoever from the woman as she made it her duty to dismiss me after bumping me in the first place. Of course, when I responded to the unnecessary contact (I knew she felt her bag bump against me) she was shocked and had to have a snappy come-back. I just shake my head at situations as these. Glad this one didn't escalate to the elevation of the incident-turned-altercation of 7 years prior, which is why I was so reluctant to stay in the store for long.

Where I was yesterday was the exact proximity of the events I'll explain now...
To put it in basics, the altercation ended with me getting punched in the back of my skull. I was accosted then attacked by four youngster chicks (waaaay younger than me) old enough to know that physical violence is a last resort option. However, to them I suppose I left them so astounded that their first resort was to react in this manner. Not having the prowess to get me to shut up (I do have a slick lip when provoked), I was pushed, punched and pick-pocketed all in an instance of 10 minutes. All this began when one of the four YC's bumped me as I was entering a store. Of course, I let her know that she was to say excuse me when doing this. She snickered and sauntered over to her crew. I knew they were talking about my directive as they kept looking at me through the window of the store I was inside. Thirty seconds elapse and I am confronted by a ill-tempered teen that demands to know, "How old are you?!" I ask her why she's chosen to ask me this. Her response is a matter-of-fact, "I wanna know so I can tell if I can kick your ass or not." And with those magical words I flip into verbal assault mode. This resulted in having to wait for my dad to pick me up from a precinct after making my report to the police. Three of the YC's were written up and arrested and one was sent home with a warning (her mom let me know by scowling and eye-rolling that she didn't appreciate having to come gather her unruly little girl from a police station). That's how the story goes. I'll stay shaking my head until some people get some sense of sense.