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Saturday, I went to the Renaissance Festival with my girlfriend Cindy, my two daughters, Cindy's daughter, my ex, and her boyfriend. The weather was great, and there were a lot of people in costume (largely anachronistic to the target historical period, or even to any non-fantasy historical period, but that's another rant...)
However, one event marred the day.
I had arrived at the Dead Bob show early to get seats and block off a portion of the bench for all of us, and my older daughter and I were delineating the endpoints of our block of seats. A couple times I had to tell people I was saving the seats for my family, and would they mind sitting elsewhere (there were still plenty of available seats) -- most moved a couple feet to different seats.
Then this one old guy (I'll call him Jerk) and his (I presume) wife sat down between me and my daughter, and I said, "Sir, excuse me, I'm sorry, but I'm trying to save this block of seats for my family." He looked back at me and said, "Well, I don't see anybody here, so I guess they're mine." At this point, there were still plenty of seats available for groups of 3 or so, but none as large as the block I was trying to reserve.
"Sir, you could move one bench forward, and be slightly closer to the stage."
"I could, but I'm not gonna. What are you gonna do about it?!"
I started to get irritated, and people were starting to look at us.
"I am going to try to appeal to your sense of decency. Please help me out here and move a row forward, so my family can all sit together."
His wife said, "Let's move forward."
Jerk said, "No, I sat here, and this is where I'm staying."
"Sir, will you please move forward? There are no other groups of empty seats large enough for all my family."
His wife was pulling on his arm, urging him to move forward, but he wouldn't budge, and shook her off.
I kid you not, his next words to me were, "Make me."
I had my .357 magnum in my pocket, and when I do, I generally have my hand in my pocket on the grip -- it looks perfectly casual, yet I am able to draw my weapon at a moment's notice if need be. I was in this posture throughout the entire exchange, and when he said, "Make me", I felt that I really could do nothing but ignore him at that point without escalating the situation. I replied to him, "Sir, it's not worth it," and sat down.
When the rest of my family arrived, he splayed out his hands to occupy space for three people, and told them he was "reserving" those spots (nobody else ever came).
At that point, the couple in front of me let him have it, telling him in very unflattering language precisely what they thought of him, and moved over to make room for my group.
I felt there was a chance I might have a fight on my hands, whether I had escalated the situation or not; though I had not given him cause, the crowd around us was audibly disparaging him, and he was visibly growing angrier. I kept my hand in my pocket throughout the show.
Here are my questions:
Had he attacked me after I sat down, at what point would I be justified in drawing my weapon? If he surprises me with a punch to the face, must I wait for him to demonstrate further violent intent, or to draw a weapon of his own?
How would you have reacted at the point he said, "Make me"?
However, one event marred the day.
I had arrived at the Dead Bob show early to get seats and block off a portion of the bench for all of us, and my older daughter and I were delineating the endpoints of our block of seats. A couple times I had to tell people I was saving the seats for my family, and would they mind sitting elsewhere (there were still plenty of available seats) -- most moved a couple feet to different seats.
Then this one old guy (I'll call him Jerk) and his (I presume) wife sat down between me and my daughter, and I said, "Sir, excuse me, I'm sorry, but I'm trying to save this block of seats for my family." He looked back at me and said, "Well, I don't see anybody here, so I guess they're mine." At this point, there were still plenty of seats available for groups of 3 or so, but none as large as the block I was trying to reserve.
"Sir, you could move one bench forward, and be slightly closer to the stage."
"I could, but I'm not gonna. What are you gonna do about it?!"
I started to get irritated, and people were starting to look at us.
"I am going to try to appeal to your sense of decency. Please help me out here and move a row forward, so my family can all sit together."
His wife said, "Let's move forward."
Jerk said, "No, I sat here, and this is where I'm staying."
"Sir, will you please move forward? There are no other groups of empty seats large enough for all my family."
His wife was pulling on his arm, urging him to move forward, but he wouldn't budge, and shook her off.
I kid you not, his next words to me were, "Make me."
I had my .357 magnum in my pocket, and when I do, I generally have my hand in my pocket on the grip -- it looks perfectly casual, yet I am able to draw my weapon at a moment's notice if need be. I was in this posture throughout the entire exchange, and when he said, "Make me", I felt that I really could do nothing but ignore him at that point without escalating the situation. I replied to him, "Sir, it's not worth it," and sat down.
When the rest of my family arrived, he splayed out his hands to occupy space for three people, and told them he was "reserving" those spots (nobody else ever came).
At that point, the couple in front of me let him have it, telling him in very unflattering language precisely what they thought of him, and moved over to make room for my group.
I felt there was a chance I might have a fight on my hands, whether I had escalated the situation or not; though I had not given him cause, the crowd around us was audibly disparaging him, and he was visibly growing angrier. I kept my hand in my pocket throughout the show.
Here are my questions:
Had he attacked me after I sat down, at what point would I be justified in drawing my weapon? If he surprises me with a punch to the face, must I wait for him to demonstrate further violent intent, or to draw a weapon of his own?
How would you have reacted at the point he said, "Make me"?