Hey, don't laugh. one day in lovely southern California, I was walking with my bookbag, coming home from field service (that's why I was alone). A young man comes up to me and pulls a knife on me. I really wasn't scared, I guess it happened too fast, I was more annoyed becasue I was hungry and wanted lunch.
Anyway, I said to him "All I have on me is some pennies in a bag. You can have that," I pulled it out to hand to him, and I pulled out the magazines and the Watchtowers and a Bible and some other books, little ones, and I said "Could I at least keep the bag, because it was a gift, you would look funny carrying it around anyway, wouldn't you? But you can have the money and all the literature if you want..."
In the meantime, he's just staring at me with his jaw open. He pushes everything back at me, and mumbles something and starts to walk away. I called after him, "You can have the money if you want it, you look like you need it more than me." But he just started to RUN away.."
Ah the good old days of being 'peaceable with all men'. Try that with me today with my 'exjw woman with an attitude' mode and he would be very injured in short order.