Held hostage

Whilst waiting at the bus stop a man next to me starting shouting at someone over the road – nothing to do with me I thought.  Imagine my alarm when the man in question suddenly went to grab my arm and said in a loud voice that he would hold me hostage until the man over the road came to speak to him.

My reply to him was, touch me and I shall be frightened and wee on your shoes – I escaped whilst he was still laughing.

He said it was a joke but I am walking in future.

Thank you St Margaret the Barefooted for saving me.