Including that first instance, I got blocked two more times before reaching the bus stop. Each time, the thugs whose only redeeming feature was the fact that they were still young used the same tactics by blocking me and babbling like they already got me in the bag. It’s as if they haven’t learned their lesson. Either no one communicated with them about what happened to the previous group or those paid thugs believed that the result would be different with them. Whichever the case, it worked out in my favor in the end.
Those idiots made it so easy for me to get past them. Furthermore, since one of them even flaunted the money they got, I pocketed it before sending them away to their dreamland.
I’ll consider that as my compensation for the troubles I faced – they made me lose two minutes, after all. If it was extended to three, I might lose the timing of the bus and wait for another five or so minutes for the next one.