Ham Pulled a Box Cutter On Me So this will be a quick story that I intended in sharing the day after it happened but was busy with some things.  So Sunday, the day after my visit to my college (I start january) I went Christmas shopping with a friend. It was a great day, we saw a movie, went shopping, and he even took me out to eat since food at my hotel room was scarce (I stayed wayyyy longer than intended). I wasn't even mad when the hamplanets next to us and their pig fuckers couldn't control their children and harassed our waitress (we shared) about diet drinks. Literally they kept asking what they had that was diet and she kept responding Pepsi each time. "Do you have diet dew?" No. "Diet ginger ale?" No. "Diet sprite?" Ma'am, we only have Diet Pepsi. But that's another story.  So he was paying for my taxi home (Uber's to my house are more expensive.) and this time decided not to tag along. First off, this ham was foul. She was typical Yardie trash ( basically the West Indian version of trailer trash). She had about a million facial piercings and ratty old braids. Her accent wasn't the Jamaican accent people like or can even understand but the ghetto one that sounded like razor blades. I asked her how much this would cost because I really had no choice but to take her. I waited twenty minutes in freezing weather for this cab and I couldn't afford to go back out. We agreed on 10 dollars! So not ten feet from the stop she says she's picking up her friend to drop home. What...  Her friend is another Ham. Even bigger. Full moon status. She waddles in from Burger King and they get into a deep conversation. Then the taxi driver spots two guys wanting Togo to the train station and picks them up NOT FIVE FEET FROM GER FRIEND. She tells me to move my stuff so they can get in. I tell her she's not getting full pay for this service and she sucks her teeth. Whatever. I was having a good day anyway.  She asks me for my address and I tell her I live on blah blah blah whatever lane, xyz, NY.  "That's not XYZ, that ABC. How do you not know where you live? You must be mad or dumb." "Excuse me? Don't tell me where I fucking live. Put it in the GPS and drive me home. That's why I'm paying you." This woman had the audacity to argue with me over where I live for ten minutes. Anyway, I get home after she passes my house numerous times and says it will be thirteen dollars. That's where I lose it.  "You get ten. That's what we agreed on" "It's thirteen. I'm not them. I'm another service." "One, you're service was horrible. Two, your attitude is shit. Three, you picked up more people and four, you said ten."  We kept arguing and I said i wanted my money back after she only gave me seven dollars. She said get out or she's driving me to the train station for the guys. This crazy bitch DROVE WITH THE CAR DOOR OPEN to try and scare me to come out. I said I'm calling the police. She then got out of the car and went to the passenger side to get something from the glove box.  She went to my door and tried to take my bags  when that didn't work she started to claw and try and drag me out of the car. I said I'd call the police so she said "do it." While I was trying to she grabbed my phone and tried to take it. Then she pulled out the box cutter and said she would cut me and doesn't want to hurt me but to go fuck myself. S Bottom line is I got out and everyone in the car was a BYSTANDER while an 18 year old girl was attacked by someone over twice her weight.  Called the police. They said I had to file a report. Went to the XYZ PRECINCT because that's where the ABC precinct told me to go. They map checked and said I was indeed right in the border (as I said.). The officer was also a planet who was more interested in the holiday cookies and his takeout order than helping me. Waste of time but still filed a report. He wa so it helpful after someone dropped off some snickers and he could feed his hunger.  "It's been a long night. Need to keep my sugar up you know." Side note: the people in that precinct were some strange characters. I would love to know what they' were there for. There was a four hundred pound grandma, drunk old man in all leather, and what looked like a male stripper/prostitute. Edit: in the verification process. Hams really fucked you guys up to "expose me as a liar" like that. You're right guys. I'm a definite ham.  Two:  They didn't give me a copy of the police report but the officer gave me a slip of paper with his name and one charge as well as the date, place of incident, precinct etc.  http://m.imgur.com/pPEI4vE