Cyr
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I’m curious! Under what circumstances would you show someone else that you are armed?
A funny thing happened to me the other day. I was at a gas station filling up the chariot when I looked up from the pump to see a very scruffy looking (I thought) street vagrant walking very deliberately straight towards me! He caught me completely by surprise; and, as I turned to face him while I still had one hand on the gas hose nozzle, the breeze caught my jacket, and blew it slightly open.
So, for just a moment, my pistol was visible to the man who was walking up on me. Suddenly he stopped, gave me a good hard look, and just as suddenly turned around and quickly walked away. I don’t know what his intentions were, but I am glad things turned out the way they did.
Then there is the time a good friend of mine went to the hospital emergency room at around 1:00 AM on a Sunday morning. He was badly injured, in agony, and forced to wait in line for treatment with a whole bunch of other sick people. As ER staff all over the country know, late nights are when the drug addicts usually end up at emergency rooms, looking for help, more drugs, or both. Sometimes these strung-out people can be trouble.
On the night that my friend was there, 3 or 4 addicts suddenly became violent. They chased the aged and unarmed security guard out of the room; and, then, began to throw chairs at each other over the heads of numerous waiting patients! After the second or third chair went flying across the room, my friend pushed his own personal agony aside, and stood up to confront one of the bigger meaner fellows.
He told me that he deliberately allowed his lapel to open and reveal the speedloader pouch on the front of his belt. He wasn’t really sure that his pouch would be recognized for what it is; but, from the startled look on one of the young mens’ faces, he quickly realized the fellow he was facing knew he was armed!
That guy ran up to two of the others, whispered something to them; and, suddenly, the chairs were put down, and they all hurried out of the building. An old woman who was hunched over in pain, looked at my friend, and asked him what he had done? My friend replied, “Absolutely nothing, Ma ‘am.” The old woman thought for a moment, looked at my buddy, and said, “Well, you must have done something because those boys are quite clearly afraid of you!”
Both of these stories cause me to wonder what I would do were I ever to be in a similar situation? How about you?
A funny thing happened to me the other day. I was at a gas station filling up the chariot when I looked up from the pump to see a very scruffy looking (I thought) street vagrant walking very deliberately straight towards me! He caught me completely by surprise; and, as I turned to face him while I still had one hand on the gas hose nozzle, the breeze caught my jacket, and blew it slightly open.
So, for just a moment, my pistol was visible to the man who was walking up on me. Suddenly he stopped, gave me a good hard look, and just as suddenly turned around and quickly walked away. I don’t know what his intentions were, but I am glad things turned out the way they did.
Then there is the time a good friend of mine went to the hospital emergency room at around 1:00 AM on a Sunday morning. He was badly injured, in agony, and forced to wait in line for treatment with a whole bunch of other sick people. As ER staff all over the country know, late nights are when the drug addicts usually end up at emergency rooms, looking for help, more drugs, or both. Sometimes these strung-out people can be trouble.
On the night that my friend was there, 3 or 4 addicts suddenly became violent. They chased the aged and unarmed security guard out of the room; and, then, began to throw chairs at each other over the heads of numerous waiting patients! After the second or third chair went flying across the room, my friend pushed his own personal agony aside, and stood up to confront one of the bigger meaner fellows.
He told me that he deliberately allowed his lapel to open and reveal the speedloader pouch on the front of his belt. He wasn’t really sure that his pouch would be recognized for what it is; but, from the startled look on one of the young mens’ faces, he quickly realized the fellow he was facing knew he was armed!
That guy ran up to two of the others, whispered something to them; and, suddenly, the chairs were put down, and they all hurried out of the building. An old woman who was hunched over in pain, looked at my friend, and asked him what he had done? My friend replied, “Absolutely nothing, Ma ‘am.” The old woman thought for a moment, looked at my buddy, and said, “Well, you must have done something because those boys are quite clearly afraid of you!”
Both of these stories cause me to wonder what I would do were I ever to be in a similar situation? How about you?