>>33373276>I already told you. If I thought someone looked suspicious, I would leave.
And I already told you - "leaving" unmolested was an impossibility.
You always have alternatives. Drawing down on someone is the last, not to be resorted to except at the utmost end of need... and that need is dictated by the Bad Guys.
It boils down to:
And that's pretty much it. Submit - and trusting to the mercy of the Bad Guy? Not likely. Run? What if that's not possible? You're not going to be alone, in shape and wearing track shoes all your life. Fight? Only if I absolutely have to.>I don't think you're looking for an excuse to shoot someone, but I do think you have delusions of being a tough guy just because you own guns.
So, this is some preconceived dick-waving thing of yours? Masculinity signaling?
No kiddo... I carry a sidearm because I'm not 20 anymore. Because it's not ever going to be a 1v1 fair fight. This is not an episode of television.
Mooks aren't interested in fighting fair, or coming at you head on with advance notice, or even giving you half a chance...
I'll let you in on what happened, if only to put an end to this.
1. Yoof looks to cross the street. He's watching us. He's maybe 100 feet away? Hardly a threat. To me, that means he had friends...
Look left, look right. Yep - one Yoof left, one Yoof right. Both looking right at us and heading our way.
What I did was grab my lady friend, and told her to run when I said to.
Walked right at the left Yoof - because our ride was on the other side of him - and when we got close, he tried the "Skuze me suh, you got the time?" standard delaying tactic.
He got as far as "Sk-". I put my hand in his face and shoved - hard - towards a parked car. Where the head goes, the body follows. We ran like hell for the car and made it out in one piece...