A few years back and being a bit of a night owl I drove the few blocks to our only all night gas station late one night.
I parked just to the left of the door in front of the building and went inside and made a purchase and while paying for it the attendant said.
“See that guy out there at the pump, I’m pretty sure he is the guy who robbed me before.”
One reason why she was sure was because she recognized the kind of red shoes he had on.
You could tell that she was scared while telling how he had hit her over the head with his gun when he robbed her before.
I told her that I had my gun on me and that she needn’t be scared because I would hang around for a while.
I went back out and stood on the other side of the front of my car and watched the guy at the pump. I had the feeling he knew I was watching him although he never looked directly at me.
She came outside and stood behind me.
A police car drove by and she tried to flag it down but it just drove on.
It was dark and quiet only myself and the attendant and the guy who was messing around over by the pump.
He must have got in and out of the open drivers door five times and walked around his car sometimes opening the back door and reaching around in there.
I stood there with my hand on my gun in my pocket ready in case he drew a weapon from his car.
Finally after about fifteen minutes he got in his car and left.
I drove around the block a few times and around town and he was gone.
I told about this on a defensive forum and the guys said it wasn’t my place to protect her but I think that she was too scared to stay inside and call the police and although I had a cell phone I was intent on keeping an eye on him.
At a time like that you are either in or out and it’s either time to talk or time to be ready to fight.
That was another time when I won the war of nerves without having to draw my gun out to where anyone could see it as a threat to them.
I parked just to the left of the door in front of the building and went inside and made a purchase and while paying for it the attendant said.
“See that guy out there at the pump, I’m pretty sure he is the guy who robbed me before.”
One reason why she was sure was because she recognized the kind of red shoes he had on.
You could tell that she was scared while telling how he had hit her over the head with his gun when he robbed her before.
I told her that I had my gun on me and that she needn’t be scared because I would hang around for a while.
I went back out and stood on the other side of the front of my car and watched the guy at the pump. I had the feeling he knew I was watching him although he never looked directly at me.
She came outside and stood behind me.
A police car drove by and she tried to flag it down but it just drove on.
It was dark and quiet only myself and the attendant and the guy who was messing around over by the pump.
He must have got in and out of the open drivers door five times and walked around his car sometimes opening the back door and reaching around in there.
I stood there with my hand on my gun in my pocket ready in case he drew a weapon from his car.
Finally after about fifteen minutes he got in his car and left.
I drove around the block a few times and around town and he was gone.
I told about this on a defensive forum and the guys said it wasn’t my place to protect her but I think that she was too scared to stay inside and call the police and although I had a cell phone I was intent on keeping an eye on him.
At a time like that you are either in or out and it’s either time to talk or time to be ready to fight.
That was another time when I won the war of nerves without having to draw my gun out to where anyone could see it as a threat to them.