Bobarino
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i always carry. around the house, a quick trip to the corner store, well pretty much always. the only places i do not carry regularly are my folks house (their wishes) and the gym. its tough to run and do squats with a piece on my waist. their lockers are made of pressboard with cheapo latches so i hide it and lock it in the car. yesterday, i didn't strap it back on when i got in the car like i usually do. i just left it in my backpack and drove home. brought in all my junk and set my backpack down. the GF was right behind me on the way home so i left the door open, but the screen door closed but not locked.
so i'm stand there, sorting through the mail and the doorbell rings. its a big burly dude with and Army Rangers t-shirt on. i walk to the door and ask if i can help him. he asks if i'm Adam. he sounds a little pissed. i just reply with a "no". he asks me if i just moved in. i tell him about two years ago, maintaining direct eye contact until he looked away. "oh" he says, "i used to have a girlfriend that lived here." i tell him, "well, she's not here anymore", and he says thanks and walks away.
i watched him walk away to his car which was nowhere in immediate eyesight. he walks around the corner and down the street a half a block to his car which is parked on the side of the road. he was staking out my house(!) in search of either his ex-girlfriend or her new boyfriend. of course, it didn't dawn on me until later to get his plate number but i do remember the car.
this guy outweighed me by a good 60 pounds so he probably could have pummeled me fairly good. especially if the Rangers t-shirt was valid. i have no hand to hand combat training. the screen door was not locked and i was in the way of my own door so i couldn't have closed it before he got it if he wanted to, and my gun is safely zipped up in my backpack 20 feet away.
i'm glad he asked if i was Adam first and didn't assume i was and barge on in and start pounding on me. i'm glad i'm not Adam. made me remember back to some of the stories i've read here and other places about the ONE time someone needed their gun and it was the ONE time they went unarmed. i didn't turn into one of those stories this time, but i'll be sure to re-arm when i get in the car in the gym parking lot from now on.
its rare that i catch myself condition white. its even rarer thet someone else catches me. i learned it only takes one time to drive home the lesson.
Bobby
so i'm stand there, sorting through the mail and the doorbell rings. its a big burly dude with and Army Rangers t-shirt on. i walk to the door and ask if i can help him. he asks if i'm Adam. he sounds a little pissed. i just reply with a "no". he asks me if i just moved in. i tell him about two years ago, maintaining direct eye contact until he looked away. "oh" he says, "i used to have a girlfriend that lived here." i tell him, "well, she's not here anymore", and he says thanks and walks away.
i watched him walk away to his car which was nowhere in immediate eyesight. he walks around the corner and down the street a half a block to his car which is parked on the side of the road. he was staking out my house(!) in search of either his ex-girlfriend or her new boyfriend. of course, it didn't dawn on me until later to get his plate number but i do remember the car.
this guy outweighed me by a good 60 pounds so he probably could have pummeled me fairly good. especially if the Rangers t-shirt was valid. i have no hand to hand combat training. the screen door was not locked and i was in the way of my own door so i couldn't have closed it before he got it if he wanted to, and my gun is safely zipped up in my backpack 20 feet away.
i'm glad he asked if i was Adam first and didn't assume i was and barge on in and start pounding on me. i'm glad i'm not Adam. made me remember back to some of the stories i've read here and other places about the ONE time someone needed their gun and it was the ONE time they went unarmed. i didn't turn into one of those stories this time, but i'll be sure to re-arm when i get in the car in the gym parking lot from now on.
its rare that i catch myself condition white. its even rarer thet someone else catches me. i learned it only takes one time to drive home the lesson.
Bobby