ExtremeDooty
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I left the house without my carry gun today. I can't remember the last time this happened, if ever. I had a chance to get it at lunch, but figured I could go one afternoon without my gun.
So I'm working on the front entrance of a house in downtown Kalamazoo, and this young woman quickly walks by and goes in between the houses. I knew by the look on her face that something was up. I walked back to where my saw was set up and found her hiding behind a privacy fence. When she saw me, she whispers, "Don't say anything!" I started "fixing" the privacy fence so I could talk to her. She was hiding from her drug enraged boyfriend, who had just broken her cell phone, threw a hammer at her, disabled her car and was now chasing her in his pickup.
Crapola!!! My back pocket was EMPTY!! The Bersa I normally keep there was safely avoiding this situation on my bedroom dresser. CRAPOLA!!!
So I went to plan B. I gave the damsel in distress my pepper spray and told her to stay behind the fence. Used the cell phone to call 911 and then got my assistant off the roof to guard the rear of the house. The next door neighbor was also working on his house so I asked him to stay on the side near the fence. Then I grabbed a crowbar and loitered between the street and the fence until the cops showed up 15 minutes later. Two cars showed up and they took it from there.
Turns out this was the third time this month this woman had been attacked by the boyfriend. He's on probation for domestic violence and she can't get him out of their house without a 30 day eviction notice. I let her keep the pepper spray.
The good news is that I kept my wits about me and took care of the problem without a gun. Although I don't know what would have happened if the boyfriend had found us. I also remembered to charge the cell phone the previous night. Construction sites are loaded with potentially useful weapons. I will never forget my carry gun again.
How crazy is it that this happened on the one day that I was unarmed?
So I'm working on the front entrance of a house in downtown Kalamazoo, and this young woman quickly walks by and goes in between the houses. I knew by the look on her face that something was up. I walked back to where my saw was set up and found her hiding behind a privacy fence. When she saw me, she whispers, "Don't say anything!" I started "fixing" the privacy fence so I could talk to her. She was hiding from her drug enraged boyfriend, who had just broken her cell phone, threw a hammer at her, disabled her car and was now chasing her in his pickup.
Crapola!!! My back pocket was EMPTY!! The Bersa I normally keep there was safely avoiding this situation on my bedroom dresser. CRAPOLA!!!
So I went to plan B. I gave the damsel in distress my pepper spray and told her to stay behind the fence. Used the cell phone to call 911 and then got my assistant off the roof to guard the rear of the house. The next door neighbor was also working on his house so I asked him to stay on the side near the fence. Then I grabbed a crowbar and loitered between the street and the fence until the cops showed up 15 minutes later. Two cars showed up and they took it from there.
Turns out this was the third time this month this woman had been attacked by the boyfriend. He's on probation for domestic violence and she can't get him out of their house without a 30 day eviction notice. I let her keep the pepper spray.
The good news is that I kept my wits about me and took care of the problem without a gun. Although I don't know what would have happened if the boyfriend had found us. I also remembered to charge the cell phone the previous night. Construction sites are loaded with potentially useful weapons. I will never forget my carry gun again.
How crazy is it that this happened on the one day that I was unarmed?