hankdatank1362
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I originally wasn't going to post this, as it was kind of a non-event, but the more I think about it, the more this could have rapidly degenerated into a violent scenario.
Background: I, as most of you know, work in a restaurant (waiter/bartender). We're only open nights, so I only work at night. Recently, the company hired a new guy to prep the kitchen during the day. I think his name may be Tim, but I'm not sure.
Tim's been there about two weeks or so. Not much older than me (I'm 25, he has to be younger than 30), and roughly my height (I'm 6'4"). He is skinnier than me, with a leaner (less fat and also less muscular) build. He is also a fairly clean-cut guy, but the two jailhouse tattoos of chain links around his wrists don't exactly put my mind at ease around him.
Anyway, so he gets off work yesterday about the tim I arrive, and sits at the bar and starts drinking. He drinks for probably around 4 until 6, and leaves.
He comes stumbling back into the restaurant at closing time later that night, wanting more to drink. Apparently, he'd been at the bar next door this whole time. The bartender gives him another beer (something I wouldn't have done, coworker or not) and then says he has to leave. Eventually, the kitchen manager, his boss, tells him to go home. I make sure the female bartender and other girls get to their cars safely, and then leave. I was on my way to meet some buddies from school and go catch the midnight opening of Terminator: Salvation.
As I approach the red light at the intersection where I leave our restaurant and get back on the highway, I see Tim, the drunk guy, standing on the edge of the road, tapping on people's windows (who are stuck at the red light) and asking them for a ride. Not cool.
He makes his way down the line of cars at the traffic light, and I realize that this might not go well, so I remove my SIG P226 .40S&W from my center console (can't wear it in work) and put it on my lap. He makes his way up to my car and taps on the window, muttering something about a ride in the direction I'm going. I didn't even bother to roll the window down. He taps again, harder. I smile and politely wave him off, saying (don't know if he heard me) "sorry buddy, can't do it."
At this time, I realize that he suddenly recognizes me, that he's seen me at work before. I could see the light bulb go off in his head. I couldn't drive away, as I was blocked in from roughly every side (I know, tactically unsound.) He then jiggles my door handle and TRIES TO OPEN MY PASSENGER DOOR!
Naturally I had it locked, so it didn't work. But some guy, drunk, who I don't know or trust, trying to get into my car without my express consent, is akin to carjacking in my book. I picked up my gun with my right hand only and pointed it directly at the third button on his shirt, directly at the "t" formed between shoulders and sternum. In my best command voice, I hollered "GET BACK NOW!!!"
He stumbled back a few steps with his arms in the air, and began to walk through, ironically, the cemetary that bordered the road.
Wait, it gets better.
I meet my buddies at a local pub down the road about 4 miles, to have a pint and shoot some pool because we had a bout two hours to kill before the movie started. We're hanging out for about a half hour, until guess who stumbled in. That's right. Timmy. Still drunk as a skunk.
I'm thinking "Ok. He's here for me. The S has hit the F. I'm not carrying a gun as I'm in a bar and that's illegal, but I have more than one tool in my toolbox."
Fortunatley, for both our sakes, he didn't even recognize me, even when he looked right at me. He went up to the bar, attempted to order a drink, but the bartender was pretty peeved at him, because apparently he had walked out on a tab earlier that day or week. To his credit, he paid what they said he owed, and sat down in the corner. At this time, we left for our movie and the excitement was over.
Not much of a story, I know, but it had the potential to be much worse. Would I have shot him if he kept jiggling my door handle? No. If he smashed my window? Maybe. I called the restaurant manager and told him that how close he came to losing a prep guy, and he contacted security to escort the guy off the premises evidently. I don't know if he even has a job at the restaurant any more.
I wouldn't know what to say if he does. Do I ignore him, and pretend like it never happened? I've never even spoken to the guy before, except when I had a pistol trained on his COM. Should I let him know (nicely, of course) just how stupid it was for him to be doing what he was doing?
ETA: I did not notify the police, as I did not think too much of the incident at the time; just a meandering stupid drunk. However, I was not about to bet my life on his harmlessness, which is why I drew. Maybe I should have, if only to get my side of the story on paper. It's not like I wanted to press charges for attempted carjacking, but if he spent a couple nights in county for public intoxication, it wouldn't hurt my feelings any.
Background: I, as most of you know, work in a restaurant (waiter/bartender). We're only open nights, so I only work at night. Recently, the company hired a new guy to prep the kitchen during the day. I think his name may be Tim, but I'm not sure.
Tim's been there about two weeks or so. Not much older than me (I'm 25, he has to be younger than 30), and roughly my height (I'm 6'4"). He is skinnier than me, with a leaner (less fat and also less muscular) build. He is also a fairly clean-cut guy, but the two jailhouse tattoos of chain links around his wrists don't exactly put my mind at ease around him.
Anyway, so he gets off work yesterday about the tim I arrive, and sits at the bar and starts drinking. He drinks for probably around 4 until 6, and leaves.
He comes stumbling back into the restaurant at closing time later that night, wanting more to drink. Apparently, he'd been at the bar next door this whole time. The bartender gives him another beer (something I wouldn't have done, coworker or not) and then says he has to leave. Eventually, the kitchen manager, his boss, tells him to go home. I make sure the female bartender and other girls get to their cars safely, and then leave. I was on my way to meet some buddies from school and go catch the midnight opening of Terminator: Salvation.
As I approach the red light at the intersection where I leave our restaurant and get back on the highway, I see Tim, the drunk guy, standing on the edge of the road, tapping on people's windows (who are stuck at the red light) and asking them for a ride. Not cool.
He makes his way down the line of cars at the traffic light, and I realize that this might not go well, so I remove my SIG P226 .40S&W from my center console (can't wear it in work) and put it on my lap. He makes his way up to my car and taps on the window, muttering something about a ride in the direction I'm going. I didn't even bother to roll the window down. He taps again, harder. I smile and politely wave him off, saying (don't know if he heard me) "sorry buddy, can't do it."
At this time, I realize that he suddenly recognizes me, that he's seen me at work before. I could see the light bulb go off in his head. I couldn't drive away, as I was blocked in from roughly every side (I know, tactically unsound.) He then jiggles my door handle and TRIES TO OPEN MY PASSENGER DOOR!
Naturally I had it locked, so it didn't work. But some guy, drunk, who I don't know or trust, trying to get into my car without my express consent, is akin to carjacking in my book. I picked up my gun with my right hand only and pointed it directly at the third button on his shirt, directly at the "t" formed between shoulders and sternum. In my best command voice, I hollered "GET BACK NOW!!!"
He stumbled back a few steps with his arms in the air, and began to walk through, ironically, the cemetary that bordered the road.
Wait, it gets better.
I meet my buddies at a local pub down the road about 4 miles, to have a pint and shoot some pool because we had a bout two hours to kill before the movie started. We're hanging out for about a half hour, until guess who stumbled in. That's right. Timmy. Still drunk as a skunk.
I'm thinking "Ok. He's here for me. The S has hit the F. I'm not carrying a gun as I'm in a bar and that's illegal, but I have more than one tool in my toolbox."
Fortunatley, for both our sakes, he didn't even recognize me, even when he looked right at me. He went up to the bar, attempted to order a drink, but the bartender was pretty peeved at him, because apparently he had walked out on a tab earlier that day or week. To his credit, he paid what they said he owed, and sat down in the corner. At this time, we left for our movie and the excitement was over.
Not much of a story, I know, but it had the potential to be much worse. Would I have shot him if he kept jiggling my door handle? No. If he smashed my window? Maybe. I called the restaurant manager and told him that how close he came to losing a prep guy, and he contacted security to escort the guy off the premises evidently. I don't know if he even has a job at the restaurant any more.
I wouldn't know what to say if he does. Do I ignore him, and pretend like it never happened? I've never even spoken to the guy before, except when I had a pistol trained on his COM. Should I let him know (nicely, of course) just how stupid it was for him to be doing what he was doing?
ETA: I did not notify the police, as I did not think too much of the incident at the time; just a meandering stupid drunk. However, I was not about to bet my life on his harmlessness, which is why I drew. Maybe I should have, if only to get my side of the story on paper. It's not like I wanted to press charges for attempted carjacking, but if he spent a couple nights in county for public intoxication, it wouldn't hurt my feelings any.
