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A scary incident occurred early this morning.
I decided to go to a 24 hr Whataburger drive-through to get a hamburger. As I pulled in front of the order panel, I did not hear the usual greeting for a long time, and cars started to pile behind me. After repeated "hello's" with no response I honked my horn quickly once to get their attention. The vehicle in front of me had almost pulled to the window so there was a lot of space between us. But somehow, that driver took offense with me, and when I got behind him, he turned his head and stared me down for a good two minutes or more. As I was trapped between his vehicle and the cars behind me, I just looked away.
When I paid for my food, I pulled out of the Whataburger parking lot, and noticed the driver who got mad at me start up his truck and followed me. He parked in the lot waiting for me to leave!! My "spidey sense" was going off the scale, so I took the freeway feeder road and stepped on the gas. He speeded up to stay right behind me. I approached a red light, but with him right behind me, I made a right turn even though it was not where I wanted to go. He turned! Getting more and more apprehensive with each moment, I made a series of turns that were abrupt in my attempt to lose him. He followed me everytime. By now, my heart was beating in thumps, and my adrenanline was flowing. I kept thinking about the stories of people getting shot in incidents like this, and I was half expecting a shot to ring out in my direction.
I had my cell phone, so I called "911" and told the dispatcher while driving what my situation was and where I was. It was during the call that he abandoned the chase, however, and I did not see him in my rear view mirror anymore. I drove back to the same Whataburger, and told the drive-through girl what happened. She asked, "Did you call the police?" "Yes, yes!" I said.
Before, while I was getting my food from her, she told me the guy came by every night at around the same time. She also told me the guy was drunk, and that she tried to calm him down about me. So, that was why I came back to see if I could get more information about him from her. I called the police again on my cell phone, and met with a patrol car at the Whataburger, and I explained to him what happened. The HPD officer said he will scan the area to look for the guy with the vehicle matching the description I gave him. If the guy was indeed drunk he had no business driving.
The whole time, I had my concealed handgun license in my wallet, and my Glock 19 loaded with 15 rounds of Winchester white box hollow points. I also had a spare ten round magazine loaded with the same ammunition. The gun was under my car seat. I did not rack the slide to chamber a round. The trigger was not set to fire. This is my usual mode with Glocks.
The whole time, I was thankful I had a gun with me because this could have very easily escalated into the use of firearms. I was in flight mode the whole time. At no point did I want to confront this person, and risk getting shot at, or risk having to shoot him. If he was drunk, the recklessness of his actions could very well necessitate me using my gun on him.
After I met with the police officer, I went on my usual business because I did not see the pickup truck anymore. I have lived in this city long enough to know little things like this could easily erupt into violence, often senseless.
This incident made me realize a few things. I am glad I went and got my CHL and equipped myself with a firearm. I saw how I reacted with sudden danger or potential danger - i.e. too many decisions to make with not enough time to make them. Every function of my body went into overdrive. If I did NOT have a gun on me, I would have been even more scared than I was. I realized that all the arguments the anti-gun crowd had about not needing a gun was foolish.
What would have happened if I stopped and confronted him? I shudder at the thought. I was trying my best to avoid escalation, but if he kept pursuing me, the fifteen little hollow point bullets would find their way to his torso.
I decided to go to a 24 hr Whataburger drive-through to get a hamburger. As I pulled in front of the order panel, I did not hear the usual greeting for a long time, and cars started to pile behind me. After repeated "hello's" with no response I honked my horn quickly once to get their attention. The vehicle in front of me had almost pulled to the window so there was a lot of space between us. But somehow, that driver took offense with me, and when I got behind him, he turned his head and stared me down for a good two minutes or more. As I was trapped between his vehicle and the cars behind me, I just looked away.
When I paid for my food, I pulled out of the Whataburger parking lot, and noticed the driver who got mad at me start up his truck and followed me. He parked in the lot waiting for me to leave!! My "spidey sense" was going off the scale, so I took the freeway feeder road and stepped on the gas. He speeded up to stay right behind me. I approached a red light, but with him right behind me, I made a right turn even though it was not where I wanted to go. He turned! Getting more and more apprehensive with each moment, I made a series of turns that were abrupt in my attempt to lose him. He followed me everytime. By now, my heart was beating in thumps, and my adrenanline was flowing. I kept thinking about the stories of people getting shot in incidents like this, and I was half expecting a shot to ring out in my direction.
I had my cell phone, so I called "911" and told the dispatcher while driving what my situation was and where I was. It was during the call that he abandoned the chase, however, and I did not see him in my rear view mirror anymore. I drove back to the same Whataburger, and told the drive-through girl what happened. She asked, "Did you call the police?" "Yes, yes!" I said.
Before, while I was getting my food from her, she told me the guy came by every night at around the same time. She also told me the guy was drunk, and that she tried to calm him down about me. So, that was why I came back to see if I could get more information about him from her. I called the police again on my cell phone, and met with a patrol car at the Whataburger, and I explained to him what happened. The HPD officer said he will scan the area to look for the guy with the vehicle matching the description I gave him. If the guy was indeed drunk he had no business driving.
The whole time, I had my concealed handgun license in my wallet, and my Glock 19 loaded with 15 rounds of Winchester white box hollow points. I also had a spare ten round magazine loaded with the same ammunition. The gun was under my car seat. I did not rack the slide to chamber a round. The trigger was not set to fire. This is my usual mode with Glocks.
The whole time, I was thankful I had a gun with me because this could have very easily escalated into the use of firearms. I was in flight mode the whole time. At no point did I want to confront this person, and risk getting shot at, or risk having to shoot him. If he was drunk, the recklessness of his actions could very well necessitate me using my gun on him.
After I met with the police officer, I went on my usual business because I did not see the pickup truck anymore. I have lived in this city long enough to know little things like this could easily erupt into violence, often senseless.
This incident made me realize a few things. I am glad I went and got my CHL and equipped myself with a firearm. I saw how I reacted with sudden danger or potential danger - i.e. too many decisions to make with not enough time to make them. Every function of my body went into overdrive. If I did NOT have a gun on me, I would have been even more scared than I was. I realized that all the arguments the anti-gun crowd had about not needing a gun was foolish.
What would have happened if I stopped and confronted him? I shudder at the thought. I was trying my best to avoid escalation, but if he kept pursuing me, the fifteen little hollow point bullets would find their way to his torso.