I'm not saying anything new here, but as someone who has been robbed three times (once at gunpoint, once at implied gunpoint, and once with simple "I may not have a gun but I will tear your testicles off if you don't hand it over" bravado), this story is clearly nonsense on stilts.
Is Maplewood that sketchy these days? I've seen some rough looking types in Roma Pizza but never thought crime would run so amuck.
Since you ask, I have to say that my robberies definitely had a feel-good, NPR side to them (or maybe a New York Times Metropolitan Diary side to them...as horrible as that sounds). And as odd as these sound, these are not made up.
So, I was robbed three times, once in L.A. and twice in N.Y. And from my three data points, I have to say that N.Y. muggers are nicer than L.A. muggers.
THE L.A. ROBBERY - I had moved to Los Angeles in 1992 to find work in the music industry (that didn't work). Drive across the country to get there. Got out of my car. Walked one block to my brother's apartment. He comes back to the car with me to unpack it. Guy pulls a gun on us and robs us. As he is rfling through my pockets, he says "That better be everything or I'm going to blow you the fuck away." When he's done, he says "Start walking and don't look back."
THE FIRST N.Y. ROBBERY - Circa 1995, I walk over the Queensboro Bridge to the Queens side and ask the first person I see how to get to the G Train. He puts his arm around me and gives me directions, but then adds "You know where you are? You're at the first bus stop after Ryker's Island. Me and my boy over there just got out. So why don't you give me what's in your wallet or my friend is gonna 'pop a cap in your ass.'" I give him what's in my wallet, after which he
repeats the directions to the subway. In a panic, I tell the subway tollbooth guy what happened and he said "What did you expect? You're a white boy in shorts."
THE SECOND N.Y. ROBBERY - Circa 1999, I walk into the subway station at Times Square. I man rolls up on me, pushing me with his chest and loudly demands that I hand it over. I hand him the eight-or-so bucks in my wallet, but then I tell him that I have no cash for the subway and could he please give me a few bucks back. He does.
This is all true, although I am not 100% on the N.Y. robbery years. From the L.A. mugger, I get a gun in my back. From the N.Y. muggers, I get directions and change for the subway.