OMG!!!
I have never been so happy to see a beatdown in my life!
WALT KOWALSKI LIVES IN REAL LIFE!!!
I get tired of catching lip from punks like this myself, and though I've never had to go "hands on" with one. My latest incident occurred at a local fast food restaurant at about 8:30p.m. on a Sunday night. I had placed an order, and was standing back waiting for it to be completed. Four thugs enter the almost completely empty restaurant... One immediately heads straight for the restroom, two others stood by each of the entry doors, and the other went straight to the counter. I could tell by the look on the face of the employee that she was now scared to death by the way these guys were moving. She reached back, retrieved my order and set it on the counter in the bag, ready to go. The punk at the counter pulled the bag toward himself, and she made a slight reach for it (without saying a word) but evidently saw something in his face and stopped short of touching the bag. I just carefully unbuttoned my suit coat and reached around him quickly, keeping my right hand clear and my carry weapon on the opposite side of him. He looked very surprised, and turned and looked at the guy standing next to the door. Holding the bag in my left hand, I just turned and looked at him, with my right hand now resting on my belt, coat slightly pulled back, just forward of my still concealed Glock 22. Door thug says "We ain't gonna steal yo' food... boy." By this time I was about 3 feet away from him... I stopped, leaned in slightly toward him and said very quietly and slowly "I don't think I would let that happen, even if you thought you could do it..." The look on his face was one of complete shock. He couldn't believe what I had said, and wasn't quite sure what to do. His eyes went down to my right hand, which was now fully grasping an as yet unholstered Glock. I waited for him to look back up at me, but he just let his eyes drop to the floor... At that point, I said "That's what I thought..." He quickly jerked his head toward the door and he, bathroom thug, counter thug, along with door thug #2 left the restaurant. They had parked in a adjacent restaurant's parking lot... I watched them as I walked to my truck, and just leaned against it watching them until they left.
Now, some would question the wisdom of what I did in this incident... But to be completely honest, I was just too tired and too upset (I had on the suit because I had just left the funeral visitation for a friend) to put up with that crap. I don't fancy myself a "man with no name" vigilante, nor as an architect with my own sense of justice. Sometimes you just have to say "Not this time!"
I do wish that I could have gotten it all on video, though. Under most other circumstances, I could have never come up with the cold words that I calmly said to that punk. The next time I went in to that little restaurant, the same girl was at the counter... She called everybody up to the counter from back in the kitchen and said "Guys! Guys! This is the man I was telling you about!" (I didn't say a word, but I was truly smiling on the inside...)
Regards,
Raven6
That's just the way I would have handled it, too.
You are a hero!
You rock. Well done FRiend.
Your story is Clint Eastwood type cool! :)
;-)
Way cool