Good evening,
I've lurked here for a long time, only registering recently, and now I have something to share.
I think I was interviewed at an ATM tonight. I stopped to grab a bit of cash on the way to the batting cages with my daughter. I had to exit the vehicle to go to the ATM. So, she stayed in the minivan. I took the keys with me and locked the doors like I always do. I also have to admit I was fairly oblivious to my surroundings, and not as alert as a guy should be when making a trip to the ATM. I was about 10 yards from my locked vehicle and my daughter.
As I was waiting for the transaction to complete two guys walked around the corner to my left. This ATM is on the end building of a small strip mall. As they passed behind me I glanced back and saw them both looking me over. This is when I first felt like something wasn't quite right.
As I waited for the transaction to process they walked past then stopped. They paused for a moment and turned around, spread and came strolling back in my direction. One had his eyes locked on me, the other had his head on a swivel. They spread out a bit. This is when I really thought something wasn't quite right.
I didn't say a word, but locked eyes with the one that was coming directly toward me, stepped forward with my left foot and brushed my coat back, putting my hand on my hip. I carry IWB at 4 O'clock normally. Neither of them could have seen my piece. But, I guess I made my point. Both of them stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at each other, quickly back at me, then did an about face and walked away.
I grabbed my card and cash from the ATM, hopped in the minivan and split. My daughter was oblivious to the whole thing. So, we went to the batting cage and hit some softballs, father and daughter, happy ending.
As we hit balls, a couple of things kept running through my head.
1. I was trying to decide if it really was about to get ugly, or if it was just an overactive imagination paired with a bit of paranoia.
2. The overwhelming thought that my little P238 never felt as little as it did the moment I realized what was going on.
I may have to rethink my EDC as well as my choice of ATMs.
I've lurked here for a long time, only registering recently, and now I have something to share.
I think I was interviewed at an ATM tonight. I stopped to grab a bit of cash on the way to the batting cages with my daughter. I had to exit the vehicle to go to the ATM. So, she stayed in the minivan. I took the keys with me and locked the doors like I always do. I also have to admit I was fairly oblivious to my surroundings, and not as alert as a guy should be when making a trip to the ATM. I was about 10 yards from my locked vehicle and my daughter.
As I was waiting for the transaction to complete two guys walked around the corner to my left. This ATM is on the end building of a small strip mall. As they passed behind me I glanced back and saw them both looking me over. This is when I first felt like something wasn't quite right.
As I waited for the transaction to process they walked past then stopped. They paused for a moment and turned around, spread and came strolling back in my direction. One had his eyes locked on me, the other had his head on a swivel. They spread out a bit. This is when I really thought something wasn't quite right.
I didn't say a word, but locked eyes with the one that was coming directly toward me, stepped forward with my left foot and brushed my coat back, putting my hand on my hip. I carry IWB at 4 O'clock normally. Neither of them could have seen my piece. But, I guess I made my point. Both of them stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at each other, quickly back at me, then did an about face and walked away.
I grabbed my card and cash from the ATM, hopped in the minivan and split. My daughter was oblivious to the whole thing. So, we went to the batting cage and hit some softballs, father and daughter, happy ending.
As we hit balls, a couple of things kept running through my head.
1. I was trying to decide if it really was about to get ugly, or if it was just an overactive imagination paired with a bit of paranoia.
2. The overwhelming thought that my little P238 never felt as little as it did the moment I realized what was going on.
I may have to rethink my EDC as well as my choice of ATMs.