Styx
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I’m at the tire store getting my rollers replaced. I go next door to Wawa and buy lunch and go out back to sit on a curb and eat. A young, tall muscular guy walks toward me, asking for money. I slide my fingers in my carry pocket, casually. I shake my head and say”No.” I didn’t have any attitude, just matter of fact.
He keeps coming and starts to reach for his pocket. I get a grip on the gun and pull it out just enough to clear my knuckles, but not enough to show the gun. I said calmly, “Don’t come any closer.”
he backed off quick, but then started yelling, “You pulled a gun on me! There’s a cop car by Wawa. I’m gonna tell ‘em!”
I said, “You didn’t see any gun. But if you want to to talk to the cops, go ahead.” I took another bite of my food. He went off the other direction. So when I had eaten, I went over to the cop car and told the officer what happened.
He just asked for a description of the guy. He didn’t ask for my name, ID or permit. He said, “You know, you’d have been OK if you had pulled on him.”
I said, “Yeah, I figured, one step at a time.” He nodded approvingly.
I was good with how I handled it. I wasn’t scared at all. I was confident and determined. If he pulled anything out of his pocket, he would have been muzzled instantly. If it had been a weapon, I would have not hesitated to shoot him to the ground. I’d probably have been a nervous wreck in the aftermath, though!
He keeps coming and starts to reach for his pocket. I get a grip on the gun and pull it out just enough to clear my knuckles, but not enough to show the gun. I said calmly, “Don’t come any closer.”
he backed off quick, but then started yelling, “You pulled a gun on me! There’s a cop car by Wawa. I’m gonna tell ‘em!”
I said, “You didn’t see any gun. But if you want to to talk to the cops, go ahead.” I took another bite of my food. He went off the other direction. So when I had eaten, I went over to the cop car and told the officer what happened.
He just asked for a description of the guy. He didn’t ask for my name, ID or permit. He said, “You know, you’d have been OK if you had pulled on him.”
I said, “Yeah, I figured, one step at a time.” He nodded approvingly.
I was good with how I handled it. I wasn’t scared at all. I was confident and determined. If he pulled anything out of his pocket, he would have been muzzled instantly. If it had been a weapon, I would have not hesitated to shoot him to the ground. I’d probably have been a nervous wreck in the aftermath, though!