Weird time at Pirates of the Caribean!

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I took my little girl to the movies last night. BTW, If you havent seen this......GO NOW! Its a great flick.

Anyway...heres the sit. One row in front of me is a couple, a couple of seats to the right of us. The guy is loud and just a putz...major. His girlfriend gets up and walks out about 1/2 through the flick. A while later they come back and I notice hes being loud again. Hes got his arm around her throat in a very threatening manner. Shes trying to get away and this is getting noticed by all of the people around them.

Ive got my PCR on @ 4.00 and a K40 Kahr in a bellyband under my shirt.
The PCR wasnt the greatest access because of being seated. I unbuttoned a button on my shirt and made sure I had access to my gun.

This dips%$t noticed me feeling around in my shirt and just watched me.
He lets go of his girlfriend who just sits there....I dont know if this is normal for them or shes just too scared to leave...whatever.

I chill out a little and watch the show again....but check him out every once in a while and hes watching me...:what: I just smile and watch the movie.

The show ends and the lights come on...I see a tatoo'd pony tailed suedo weight lifter testorone type staring at me. HES BIG! His girlfriend is not doing anything....and she was short and cute :rolleyes: They are what appears to be "getting along"..so I get my daughter and we go out.

This guy eyeballs me through the entire parking lot.....until I drive away.
There is not a chance in H3LL he saw my gun...but I got the
"distinct impression" he knew I was doing something.........

Not a huge deal...but thought it was strange enough to post..............
This guy reminded me of the drummer for April Wine...with long hair and a pony tail.............

Shoot well..................
 
He may not have seen your gun, but you were made.

Not everyone out there is a clueless sheep.
 
Ten years ago I was in Bakersfield California. Lived there for 6 months. I'm driving through a seedy area and see an obvious prostitute being abuse by this little sh*t of a pimp. I mean, he was really going to town on this woman.

I got out of my truck (stupid)

Unarmed (stupid)

and asked him if he would lay off the lady. She was crying, and red from slaps.

The guy walks right up to me and say F**k you, and swings at my head. 20 seconds later it was over. I weigh 250 and have some extensive training in fighting. Next thing I know the prostitute clocks me with her purse. Right in the head. I mean I'm bleeding. She keeps swinging.

This guy just beat the cr*p out of her and she's defending him. Picking him up, calling him lover, swinging at me.

I learned a couple of very valuable lessons that day.

Now after 13 years as an ER nurse I still come unglued when the battered wife does not call the cops and says, he'll never do it again.
 
Sounds like fun

A.) I had forgotten the group, Arpril Wine. B.) Sorry you had a wierd "vibe" from that cretin: he probably was "peaking" on steroids.
C.) I like most of Johnny Depp's films....I wonder if he carries a CZ :rolleyes:

Steve in
Krappy-Fornia
 
I usually have people like that removed from the theatre. Of course, it helps that the courier company I work for also supplies security for several area theatres.

If I don't know the security staff, sometimes they don't take my request very seriously. If that happens I simply ask if there's a local police officer doing a detail, or if I see one I'll go get him.

I once asked security to remove twenty teenagers. One of them bought a ticket then went to the rear exit and let the rest in. As they walked up the aisle I said, "enjoy yourself for five minutes, guys." I brought back security and the cops, and all twenty kids were removed.

You can bet I had my eyes open when I went back to my car!
 
My take on it is the guy noticed you,noticing him.
Obviously,he's not used to people calling him on his actions,
and he doesn't like it.
He's a bully,the girlfriend an idiot.
As I get older,I come to listen to my instincts,
I would have left.No sense looking for trouble.
My .02.

QuickDraw
 
April Wine was one of my favorite bands.
I don't know about interfering in another couple's argument. On the one hand, it is the honorable/chivalrous thing to do if you see a woman being abused. However, as we all know, that situation can turn on a dime with the abused taking the side of the abuser.
I had an experience kinda like that at the beach when I was 19. Guy was slapping his girlfriend around on the boardwalk, late at night, I'm the only help available. I interfere, pretty much hand him his ???, four of his friends show up out of NOWHERE, I hold my own for about 40 seconds, then get hit with a stick or something and just get FUBAR. At least the girl didn't turn on me, she ran off during the first 30 seconds.
 
I do not get involved in others domestic disputes. PERIOD.

Learned the hard way as Auxillary Reserve Deputy many years back....Got a call on a domestic....rolled up & peeked in screen door. Guy Bigger than me (6-3 & 205 in my "fightin' trim" days) holding very petite but hugely pregnant lady off of floor with a handfull of shirt & "foundation" garment while wailing away on her with other hand. I step in and respectfully request several times, increasing volume of each request, that he release said lady. After 5th request, his reply was just 2 words, 1 of which cannot be used in this forum. A couple of whacks with the "night stick" did not encourage compliance with my request; a quick, stiff knee to the base of his spine did. Before he could do much more than grunt in pain, I slammed him across table, applied cuffs, and sent him to the floor.
I turn to check on "The Beaten", only to find her charging me with a large knife in a raised position, mumbling something about me beating up her husband.
I manage to dislodge the knife from her hand, using my stick, then I grab her, and seat her in a kitchen chair, and tell her to stay seated and relax.
I turn my attentions back to "The Beater", he has gotten up off the floor, still cuffed, and charges me, screaming "You hit my wife, you *&^%$%^!" and he tries to kick me in unmentionable places. He only connected on my knee, but I went down like the proverbial sack of spuds. Quickly, I rolled toward him, and managed to put him on the floor again. I then sat on his back, and looked outside. Second Deputy had rolled up, and helped me clean up the carnage.

Short version....no domestic dispute involvement for me. But I will drop a dime on anyone engaging in that.
 
Sig970, i'm in nursing school with the purpose of going into ER nursing. Nice to meet ya.

Rest of you, i wouldn't touch a domestic untill at least one of them was dead. :D

Just kidding, anyway, before i'd help i'd be sure to ask the battered if they needed/wanted help.
 
He may not have been thinking gun. He definitely knew you were watching him, though. This may not have been his first time at the dance. Might'a thought "cop" if he had any concept that you were carrying.
 
My multi-black-belted brother offered me this wise advice which I follow, despite myself: "Never come to the defense of someone who is unwilling to defend themselves."

It must be some sort of psychology thang.

Rick
 
I'd say that's sound advice. If someone else doesn't value their own life, why should I?

I agree. Ask any LEO what their least favorite call to go on is. Chances are it will be a domestic because they always end up the same. She won't press charges, the guy gets an attitude, you use those control techniques they teach in the academy on him, and she jumps you from behind.

No thanks.
 
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