The other day I found myself for the first time in a situation where I thought I might have to draw my weapon -- but I'm still not entirely sure what was going on.
I had stopped at the AutoZone at Pendleton Pike and Post Road on the east side. My truck's battery terminals and cables had some corrosion on them the week before. I had gotten a little too enthusiastic in cleaning them and now the cables were fitting so loosely I needed to pick up some shims.
The neighborhood is not the best, but it was late afternoon and the parking lot fairly busy so I decided to put the shims on before heading back to the west side. The positive cable had already popped off once that day and I was through messing around with it. Of course the clamps were corroded enough that it was a bit of a struggle getting them to loosen up enough to fit the shims. So I was bent over the battery, and had just finished [STRIKE]pounding the heck out of them[/STRIKE] gently persuading them when I noticed a small truck pull up next to my Ram.
This seemed a little odd to me. I had been working on the shims long enough that many of the cars that had been in the lot with me had left, so there were plenty of open spots closer to the building. I grabbed my biggest socket wrench and got out from under the hood as a young hispanic man in a hoodie stepped up to me.
"Hey man," he said, pointing at his front bumper. "You got a screw?"
"A screw?" I wondered.
"Yeah, gotta take that off."
I realized he was pointing at a license plate on the front bumper. I couldn't get a good look at it from the angle I was at, but it didn't look like a vanity plate. I looked back at the young man. He kept looking around, glancing several times behind me. His hands were inside the pockets of his hoodie and seemed to be holding something. I was liking this less and less. As usual I was carrying my Kimber TLE II in an IWB holster and I started to wonder how quickly I could get it out from under my jacket and shirt.
"Sorry man," I told him, pointing at my socket set. "That's all I've got with me, but if you ask inside the store they'll loan you a screwdriver." That wasn't completely true. I had a pocket tool that would have worked and normally I love to help other people -- but something just seemed off.
"Inside?" he said. He looked behind me again, and then took a step forward.
Now alarm bells were going off in a major way. I was really mad at myself for not taking a better look behind me before but I wasn't about to take my eyes off him.
"Inside," I said firmly. "They'll take care of you." I still had the socket wrench, and I tapped it in my other palm. I'd decided that if things went south I was going to throw it at him and then draw.
He looked at the socket wrench, looked back up at me, then loudly said, "OK man, that's cool." He quickly got back in his truck and drove off. I looked around but did not see anyone else, although there were plenty of other places someone could have been hiding. I got my socket set back together, slammed the hood, and got the heck out of there.
So....I'm still not sure what to think. Did I overreact or was there really something more going on? It's awfully odd that he pulled up near me and so far from the store. It's strange that he wanted help taking off plate on his front bumper -- not exactly a big emergency if it was just a vanity plate he didn't want any more. His behavior was making me nervous. The fact that he drove off without going to ask for help in the store is odd too. He never made an overt threatening move though, and did not press me when I told him I didn't have a screwdriver...so maybe it was nothing but me being paranoid.
I'm curious what others think. It certainly never rose to the level of drawing my weapon, but it is the first time I've thought I might need to.
I had stopped at the AutoZone at Pendleton Pike and Post Road on the east side. My truck's battery terminals and cables had some corrosion on them the week before. I had gotten a little too enthusiastic in cleaning them and now the cables were fitting so loosely I needed to pick up some shims.
The neighborhood is not the best, but it was late afternoon and the parking lot fairly busy so I decided to put the shims on before heading back to the west side. The positive cable had already popped off once that day and I was through messing around with it. Of course the clamps were corroded enough that it was a bit of a struggle getting them to loosen up enough to fit the shims. So I was bent over the battery, and had just finished [STRIKE]pounding the heck out of them[/STRIKE] gently persuading them when I noticed a small truck pull up next to my Ram.
This seemed a little odd to me. I had been working on the shims long enough that many of the cars that had been in the lot with me had left, so there were plenty of open spots closer to the building. I grabbed my biggest socket wrench and got out from under the hood as a young hispanic man in a hoodie stepped up to me.
"Hey man," he said, pointing at his front bumper. "You got a screw?"
"A screw?" I wondered.
"Yeah, gotta take that off."
I realized he was pointing at a license plate on the front bumper. I couldn't get a good look at it from the angle I was at, but it didn't look like a vanity plate. I looked back at the young man. He kept looking around, glancing several times behind me. His hands were inside the pockets of his hoodie and seemed to be holding something. I was liking this less and less. As usual I was carrying my Kimber TLE II in an IWB holster and I started to wonder how quickly I could get it out from under my jacket and shirt.
"Sorry man," I told him, pointing at my socket set. "That's all I've got with me, but if you ask inside the store they'll loan you a screwdriver." That wasn't completely true. I had a pocket tool that would have worked and normally I love to help other people -- but something just seemed off.
"Inside?" he said. He looked behind me again, and then took a step forward.
Now alarm bells were going off in a major way. I was really mad at myself for not taking a better look behind me before but I wasn't about to take my eyes off him.
"Inside," I said firmly. "They'll take care of you." I still had the socket wrench, and I tapped it in my other palm. I'd decided that if things went south I was going to throw it at him and then draw.
He looked at the socket wrench, looked back up at me, then loudly said, "OK man, that's cool." He quickly got back in his truck and drove off. I looked around but did not see anyone else, although there were plenty of other places someone could have been hiding. I got my socket set back together, slammed the hood, and got the heck out of there.
So....I'm still not sure what to think. Did I overreact or was there really something more going on? It's awfully odd that he pulled up near me and so far from the store. It's strange that he wanted help taking off plate on his front bumper -- not exactly a big emergency if it was just a vanity plate he didn't want any more. His behavior was making me nervous. The fact that he drove off without going to ask for help in the store is odd too. He never made an overt threatening move though, and did not press me when I told him I didn't have a screwdriver...so maybe it was nothing but me being paranoid.
I'm curious what others think. It certainly never rose to the level of drawing my weapon, but it is the first time I've thought I might need to.