As he stood there in the bustling city center, a man in a bright yellow shirt took out his phone to snap a quick selfie. He grinned at the camera, his face illuminated by the bright screen. He was just about to take the photo when he noticed something strange in the background. A group of shady-looking men were loitering nearby, eyeing him suspiciously.
The man felt a sense of unease wash over him. He knew that he should probably walk away, but his curiosity got the better of him. He wondered what the men were up to and why they were so interested in him. Without really thinking it through, he decided to investigate.
He put his phone away and walked over to the group of men. As he got closer, he could hear them talking in hushed tones. They sounded nervous, as if they were planning something illegal.
The man in the yellow shirt tried to listen in on their conversation, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He decided to take a closer look.
As he got within a few feet of the group, one of the men turned around and saw him. The man glared at him, his eyes cold and menacing. The man in the yellow shirt knew he had made a mistake. He tried to back away, but it was too late.
The men surrounded him, their faces twisted into sneers. They demanded to know what he was doing there. The man tried to explain that he was just taking a selfie, but they didn't believe him.
One of the men pulled out a knife and held it to the man's throat. The man in the yellow shirt felt a surge of panic. He knew that he was in grave danger.
Suddenly, he remembered something. He had a selfie stick in his backpack. It was a gift from his sister, and he had never used it before. He fumbled around in his bag and pulled it out.
The men laughed at him. They thought that he was a fool for trying to defend himself with a selfie stick. But the man in the yellow shirt was determined to fight back.
He swung the selfie stick at the man with the knife, hitting him in the face. The man stumbled backwards, dropping the knife. The man in the yellow shirt seized the opportunity and ran.
He didn't stop running until he was a safe distance away. He looked back and saw the group of men disappearing into the crowd. He felt a sense of relief wash over him. He realized that he had narrowly escaped a dangerous situation.
From that day on, the man in the yellow shirt carried his selfie stick with him everywhere he went. He knew that he might need it again someday, and he wanted to be prepared.
As time passed, the man in the yellow shirt became something of a local hero. People admired his courage and bravery, and they saw the selfie stick as a symbol of his strength. He never forgot the day that he fought off the group of men with a simple selfie stick, and he knew that he would always be ready to defend himself if necessary.