Too Many Choices!?
May 9, 2005, 01:20 AM
So I go to one of the local(read as: five minutes away from the house) stores
and see something ODD:uhoh:! Some mexican or south american guys were there in a black SUV(old blazer I think). Anyway, one of the guys short and with a baskeball jersey on,was about to go into the store,SUSPICIOUSLY HOLDING THE FRONT OF HIS SHIRT:uhoh:, when the friend in the SUV,stops him. " Naaa! Naaa! NAAA! Don't go in". The guy now stops entering the store and comes my way. I am sitting there with my .45 Taurus millinium(INWB), my door open one foot on the ground, when he gets to my car. He places one hand on the open door's frame and one on the roof of my car. I am watching him but can't see the friend so I am listening for a door also. He says to me in broken English," Will eh, will,will you buy me some smokes?". I have leaned back a little bit in my seat to better grab my gun once he had mmade contact with his hands on my car roof. Figured if he tried to draw something, I was close enough to counter one way or another.
I responded to his qestion with," No, I don't think so man, sorry.", trying to be polite. What happpens next, the punk asks me,"Why."? Can you believe it! I say, thinking on the fly and not wanting to really escalate things,"Because I don't know you man." He backs up clearly aggrivated, SAYS SOMETHING about ,"F*** the Police!",and walks into the store. I lock my car up after checking out the "friend", across from me, and walk into the store. I get in just in time to see the owner(middle eastern), telling the guy,"No". More upset, the guy left.I know the owner and asked him what that was all about, although I knew. The owner told me exactly what I thought, the guy wanted cigarettes with no I.D. I told him that they, or the guy in the jersey atleast, had wanted me to buy some for them, and I said no. He said something about not knowing if they were ,"cops", or something. We exchanged probably a quick, two or three sentences including by and I left to get in my car believing all was well in the world(no hold up, and no problems ;) ). I get in my car and the guy wearing the jersey is hanging out the SUV's front window,leaned to me, Giving me the ,"one finger salute". They take off down the street heading down a feeder road towards town, and I start heading home down a back road contemplating what just happend. I get close to the house andMy mom calls me back from her job, I start noticing a car behind me(maybe quarter mile) but People live back here so I pay it no mind,and continue telling my Mom ,how much I love her and every thing :).
Get home and park my car in it's normal place(which just happens to be a spot that you could not really see if you didn't live here or no me) and start to go inside while still talking to Mom.
and see something ODD:uhoh:! Some mexican or south american guys were there in a black SUV(old blazer I think). Anyway, one of the guys short and with a baskeball jersey on,was about to go into the store,SUSPICIOUSLY HOLDING THE FRONT OF HIS SHIRT:uhoh:, when the friend in the SUV,stops him. " Naaa! Naaa! NAAA! Don't go in". The guy now stops entering the store and comes my way. I am sitting there with my .45 Taurus millinium(INWB), my door open one foot on the ground, when he gets to my car. He places one hand on the open door's frame and one on the roof of my car. I am watching him but can't see the friend so I am listening for a door also. He says to me in broken English," Will eh, will,will you buy me some smokes?". I have leaned back a little bit in my seat to better grab my gun once he had mmade contact with his hands on my car roof. Figured if he tried to draw something, I was close enough to counter one way or another.
I responded to his qestion with," No, I don't think so man, sorry.", trying to be polite. What happpens next, the punk asks me,"Why."? Can you believe it! I say, thinking on the fly and not wanting to really escalate things,"Because I don't know you man." He backs up clearly aggrivated, SAYS SOMETHING about ,"F*** the Police!",and walks into the store. I lock my car up after checking out the "friend", across from me, and walk into the store. I get in just in time to see the owner(middle eastern), telling the guy,"No". More upset, the guy left.I know the owner and asked him what that was all about, although I knew. The owner told me exactly what I thought, the guy wanted cigarettes with no I.D. I told him that they, or the guy in the jersey atleast, had wanted me to buy some for them, and I said no. He said something about not knowing if they were ,"cops", or something. We exchanged probably a quick, two or three sentences including by and I left to get in my car believing all was well in the world(no hold up, and no problems ;) ). I get in my car and the guy wearing the jersey is hanging out the SUV's front window,leaned to me, Giving me the ,"one finger salute". They take off down the street heading down a feeder road towards town, and I start heading home down a back road contemplating what just happend. I get close to the house andMy mom calls me back from her job, I start noticing a car behind me(maybe quarter mile) but People live back here so I pay it no mind,and continue telling my Mom ,how much I love her and every thing :).
Get home and park my car in it's normal place(which just happens to be a spot that you could not really see if you didn't live here or no me) and start to go inside while still talking to Mom.