Floppy_D
Member In Memoriam
I wasn't going to post in here, as I prefer to geek-out in reloading.
When I was 16, I stumbled into an armed robbery. I walked into a supermart that I used to bag groceries in, in small-town Amarillo, TX. While perusing the goods, I saw a giant inflatable Corona display bottle that I was fairly certain my old manager might let me have. I headed to the "control room" (managers, safes, cameras, etc) and knocked on the door. Nothing. Knocked again. "Hold-on-a-minit!!" was the reply. Odd, I don't remember that voice. New manager, I suppose. I waited, and a fellow in a duster jacket opened the door quickly, leaned out of the room and peered over my shoulder, with his right hand near my stomach. He peeked down the hallway to see if anyone was with me (I guess) and shoved me in the room. The door was spring-driven to close automatically, and did. He banged on it a for a few seconds from the other side, hoping to get back in, and then ran away. The door locked automatically as soon as it closed, so I idlely sat in wonder of what was going on. When I turned around, I saw my former managers face down, hands tied behind their back. They asked if he was gone, and I said yes. I cut them loose, they called the cops, and I gave a description. They told me that he had a gun, but I never knew it.
In hindsight, when I realized something was strange, I should have left. By the time I caught up with what was going on, he was LONG gone. NO handgun in the universe would have helped me. If I knew he was in the other room, I would not have knocked. If I hadn't known, I would have no reason to draw, and would still be surprised.
Moral of the story, mindset is defense of the unarmored. I play this back in my head all the time. What would I have done different? First, not stick around. Second, not draw on a drawn gun. If I was carrying, what good would it have done?
In the video here, wariness may have served a purpose, but maybe not. Sometimes you luck out, sometimes your outta luck.
The real travesty was that after an hour of talking to cops and giving statements, the managers wouldn't let me have the inflatable beer bottle because it belonged to the distributors and not them. Bums.
When I was 16, I stumbled into an armed robbery. I walked into a supermart that I used to bag groceries in, in small-town Amarillo, TX. While perusing the goods, I saw a giant inflatable Corona display bottle that I was fairly certain my old manager might let me have. I headed to the "control room" (managers, safes, cameras, etc) and knocked on the door. Nothing. Knocked again. "Hold-on-a-minit!!" was the reply. Odd, I don't remember that voice. New manager, I suppose. I waited, and a fellow in a duster jacket opened the door quickly, leaned out of the room and peered over my shoulder, with his right hand near my stomach. He peeked down the hallway to see if anyone was with me (I guess) and shoved me in the room. The door was spring-driven to close automatically, and did. He banged on it a for a few seconds from the other side, hoping to get back in, and then ran away. The door locked automatically as soon as it closed, so I idlely sat in wonder of what was going on. When I turned around, I saw my former managers face down, hands tied behind their back. They asked if he was gone, and I said yes. I cut them loose, they called the cops, and I gave a description. They told me that he had a gun, but I never knew it.
In hindsight, when I realized something was strange, I should have left. By the time I caught up with what was going on, he was LONG gone. NO handgun in the universe would have helped me. If I knew he was in the other room, I would not have knocked. If I hadn't known, I would have no reason to draw, and would still be surprised.
Moral of the story, mindset is defense of the unarmored. I play this back in my head all the time. What would I have done different? First, not stick around. Second, not draw on a drawn gun. If I was carrying, what good would it have done?
In the video here, wariness may have served a purpose, but maybe not. Sometimes you luck out, sometimes your outta luck.
The real travesty was that after an hour of talking to cops and giving statements, the managers wouldn't let me have the inflatable beer bottle because it belonged to the distributors and not them. Bums.