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I honestly never thought I’d be submitting an “incident report” on this forum, but Saturday night, “never” happened to me.
Background…..
My wife and I took our three kids (ages 2-6) to the outdoor theatre at nearby public park in Portsmouth, NH to see the play. Show ends at 9:30 p.m. and we have a two block walk to the narrow side street where our Suburban is parked. I’m hauling a wagon containing three very sleepy kids with one hand and carrying a stack of lawn chairs in the other. My wife is towing a cooler and due to me having to stop to fuss with the kids, is about 200 ft. ahead of me. I'm 6ft ~210lbs. and though it's mostly flab today, I did train and compete in martial arts some 15 years ago. PT-111 is IWB with one in the pipe and manual safety on.
There are several bars on the main drag about a half a block up, but I have never thought of this as a “bad neighborhood”.
Incident….
As I get up to the car, there’s this guy (mid 40’s beach bum looking, maybe 5'10" and 190lbs.) just going off on my wife, making statements like “why can’t you park that boat in between the lines” … “there’s a reason they put those lines on the pavement you know” …. bla, bla, bla … the guy is about 6” from her faces and is ranting and raving.
Apparently the guy had just parallel parked his older looking mini-cooper in the spot ahead of us and had a hard time. My wife is starting to argue with him saying “hey, my wheels are within the white lines”….
I get up there and leave the wagon at the rear of the truck and walk up in between the guy and my wife and say in a firm voice “what’s the problem?” …. the guy continues to spout off and after a few seconds of this I tell him “HEY, THERE'S NO PROBLEM HERE, WE'RE LEAVING, GOODBYE”.
At this point Mr. Parking Lot Rage retreats a few steps.
I turn to where my wife is and tell her to get the two older kids into the car (one the curb side) and I pick up the two year old to put her in her car seat on the street side. But before we get far with this, Mr. Loud Mouth comes back to give us his little political diatribe.
This time he’s ranting about how “why do you have to drive a whale like that for anyway”….”it’s because of people like you that we’re fighting wars in the middle east”…bla, bla, bla.
I hand the two year old to my wife and step up to keep Mr. Brainwashed Liberal away from the family…this time I’m wondering just how far he want’s to push it. I’m confident he’s not going to “get the drop on me”, I know my concealed weapon is not exposed and that he’s oblivious to it, ccw aside, I’m not intimidated by the guy and am quite confident that I could pound his loud mouth shut, if it came right down to it.
But..two thoughts are screaming inside my head.
1. We’re safe ... I can stop him from hurting us if I need to.
& 2. I can’t let this escalate.
So I step towards him and tell him again….”HEY, LET IT GO”… “WE’RE LEAVING” … “GO HOME” (not a lot of thought behind these statements, they just came out).
Mr. Moron again backed up a step…so I turned to see what’s going on behind me. My wife has the kids in the car and is getting into the drivers seat. I’m ready to bug out when ….here he comes again to give us some more politics ”Oh, I see you’ve got Maine plates, that explains everything” …“If you didn’t propagate so much, you wouldn’t need such a big car” … “it’s people like you that are ruining this world”….”I’ve got your license plate number”…bla, bla, bla. Now he was really pissing me off. I stepped up to meet him again and said “go ahead and write it down, buddy” but again my mind is screaming the same two things as before… I think this time my fist must have been clenched, because he stopped in his tracks… so when I saw him back down again and heard my wife hit the power locks button, I turned and walked around the back of the car and got in the passenger side. As I got into the car I could see him walking off up the street ahead and hear more “bla, bla, bla”…
We started the car, I wrote down the Bozo’s license plate #, waited a minute and then got out to look at our car as my wife thought he may have keyed it…..no damage noticed, so we took off.
After we got home and got the kiddies in bed, I called the Portsmouth P.D. and insisted that the dispatcher put me through to an officer to file a complaint. The officer was sympathetic and took all the info., asking several questions. She said they would attempt to call Bozo up and tell him that it wasn’t a very good idea to accost people over the way they park. I made no mention of my ccw.
So there you have it….
Hind sight …..
1. Though I wasn’t at all intimidated by the guy, my concealed weapon in a high state of readiness gave me the confidence that we were all going to walk away from this o.k.
2. My impulse to bust up this guys face was restrained by the knowledge that I had control of the situation and had a responsibility to not let it escalate into a physical conflict of any kind.
3. Picking up my youngest child put me at a disadvantage. This was the only moment when I really wasn't "at the ready".
4. It sparked a good conversation with my stubborn Irish wife about whether it was a good idea to engage in an argument with a belligerent man. I told her instead of moving closer to him to point at the tires and the line, she should have walked backwards away from him with her left hand in the “stop” position and her right hand pulling the Fox Labs pepper spray I bought her out of her fanny pack. Oh you didn’t think to bring it with you!!! It wasn't untill this a.m. when she observed me donning my piece that she thought to ask me if I was carrying Saturday night. She had been oblivious to what was really going on.
5. Liberals are not really the kinder, gentler, benign social do-gooders that they think they are. They are not "liberal" minded at all, but are truely hostile to those who differ with their thinking and are not to be trusted!
I’m open to critique….I let this guy spin me up more than I should have, but did manage to keep myself under control.
Fire away. I’m willing to learn.
Background…..
My wife and I took our three kids (ages 2-6) to the outdoor theatre at nearby public park in Portsmouth, NH to see the play. Show ends at 9:30 p.m. and we have a two block walk to the narrow side street where our Suburban is parked. I’m hauling a wagon containing three very sleepy kids with one hand and carrying a stack of lawn chairs in the other. My wife is towing a cooler and due to me having to stop to fuss with the kids, is about 200 ft. ahead of me. I'm 6ft ~210lbs. and though it's mostly flab today, I did train and compete in martial arts some 15 years ago. PT-111 is IWB with one in the pipe and manual safety on.
There are several bars on the main drag about a half a block up, but I have never thought of this as a “bad neighborhood”.
Incident….
As I get up to the car, there’s this guy (mid 40’s beach bum looking, maybe 5'10" and 190lbs.) just going off on my wife, making statements like “why can’t you park that boat in between the lines” … “there’s a reason they put those lines on the pavement you know” …. bla, bla, bla … the guy is about 6” from her faces and is ranting and raving.
Apparently the guy had just parallel parked his older looking mini-cooper in the spot ahead of us and had a hard time. My wife is starting to argue with him saying “hey, my wheels are within the white lines”….
I get up there and leave the wagon at the rear of the truck and walk up in between the guy and my wife and say in a firm voice “what’s the problem?” …. the guy continues to spout off and after a few seconds of this I tell him “HEY, THERE'S NO PROBLEM HERE, WE'RE LEAVING, GOODBYE”.
At this point Mr. Parking Lot Rage retreats a few steps.
I turn to where my wife is and tell her to get the two older kids into the car (one the curb side) and I pick up the two year old to put her in her car seat on the street side. But before we get far with this, Mr. Loud Mouth comes back to give us his little political diatribe.
This time he’s ranting about how “why do you have to drive a whale like that for anyway”….”it’s because of people like you that we’re fighting wars in the middle east”…bla, bla, bla.
I hand the two year old to my wife and step up to keep Mr. Brainwashed Liberal away from the family…this time I’m wondering just how far he want’s to push it. I’m confident he’s not going to “get the drop on me”, I know my concealed weapon is not exposed and that he’s oblivious to it, ccw aside, I’m not intimidated by the guy and am quite confident that I could pound his loud mouth shut, if it came right down to it.
But..two thoughts are screaming inside my head.
1. We’re safe ... I can stop him from hurting us if I need to.
& 2. I can’t let this escalate.
So I step towards him and tell him again….”HEY, LET IT GO”… “WE’RE LEAVING” … “GO HOME” (not a lot of thought behind these statements, they just came out).
Mr. Moron again backed up a step…so I turned to see what’s going on behind me. My wife has the kids in the car and is getting into the drivers seat. I’m ready to bug out when ….here he comes again to give us some more politics ”Oh, I see you’ve got Maine plates, that explains everything” …“If you didn’t propagate so much, you wouldn’t need such a big car” … “it’s people like you that are ruining this world”….”I’ve got your license plate number”…bla, bla, bla. Now he was really pissing me off. I stepped up to meet him again and said “go ahead and write it down, buddy” but again my mind is screaming the same two things as before… I think this time my fist must have been clenched, because he stopped in his tracks… so when I saw him back down again and heard my wife hit the power locks button, I turned and walked around the back of the car and got in the passenger side. As I got into the car I could see him walking off up the street ahead and hear more “bla, bla, bla”…
We started the car, I wrote down the Bozo’s license plate #, waited a minute and then got out to look at our car as my wife thought he may have keyed it…..no damage noticed, so we took off.
After we got home and got the kiddies in bed, I called the Portsmouth P.D. and insisted that the dispatcher put me through to an officer to file a complaint. The officer was sympathetic and took all the info., asking several questions. She said they would attempt to call Bozo up and tell him that it wasn’t a very good idea to accost people over the way they park. I made no mention of my ccw.
So there you have it….
Hind sight …..
1. Though I wasn’t at all intimidated by the guy, my concealed weapon in a high state of readiness gave me the confidence that we were all going to walk away from this o.k.
2. My impulse to bust up this guys face was restrained by the knowledge that I had control of the situation and had a responsibility to not let it escalate into a physical conflict of any kind.
3. Picking up my youngest child put me at a disadvantage. This was the only moment when I really wasn't "at the ready".
4. It sparked a good conversation with my stubborn Irish wife about whether it was a good idea to engage in an argument with a belligerent man. I told her instead of moving closer to him to point at the tires and the line, she should have walked backwards away from him with her left hand in the “stop” position and her right hand pulling the Fox Labs pepper spray I bought her out of her fanny pack. Oh you didn’t think to bring it with you!!! It wasn't untill this a.m. when she observed me donning my piece that she thought to ask me if I was carrying Saturday night. She had been oblivious to what was really going on.
5. Liberals are not really the kinder, gentler, benign social do-gooders that they think they are. They are not "liberal" minded at all, but are truely hostile to those who differ with their thinking and are not to be trusted!
I’m open to critique….I let this guy spin me up more than I should have, but did manage to keep myself under control.
Fire away. I’m willing to learn.