Hoosierdood
Grandmaster
I'm still trying to make heads or tails about my experience today, and trying to piece together all of the details.
It all started when I had to take my wife to work this morning at 8:30. After that, I had to take my 5 year old son to a dentist appointment. Since i had a little time on my hands after the dentist, I went to Lowe's to pick up a new toilet. (that's a whole different story) Well, by this time, it is around 9:45 in the morning. Most people are at work, kids are at school, and there are very few cars in the Lowe's parking lot. Keep in mind, the temp is around -10, and I am carrying my Glock 23 IWB under a heavy coat.
I went inside the store and headed back to the toilets. After some deliberation, I finally decided on a toilet that had flush rating of 5 stars. I was pretty happy with my purchase. I headed to the checkout, paid for my purchase, and proceeded out the door. Since there weren't many cars in the parking lot, I was able to get a pretty good parking spot close to the door.
This is where it gets scary... As I load the boys into the car, and try to wrestle this 95 pound monster of a commode into the back of my SUV, something caught my eye. I see this guy, maybe 18-20 years old wandering aimlessly through the parking lot. This was odd, since it was so cold out and the place wasn't busy. Now my situational awareness is peaked. I mean, this guy looks like he is up to no good. He is a typical degenerate punk, dressed all up in odd clothing, with shifty eyes just scanning the parking lot.
I quickly get the porcelain throne into my SUV, when I notice he is making a bee line directly toward me. As I take my flat bed cart to the cart corral I see that this shady character is changing his direction to match mine. Now my adrenaline is pumping, my palms are sweating, and my focus is fixed on his every move. I quickly make a move toward my vehicle, walking backwards while my eyes remain fixed on him. I make a point to let him know that I am aware that he is there, and I am ready to deal with whatever decision he makes.
At this point, his pace slowed down a bit, and I could tell that he was contemplating his next move. I continued to my vehicle, where I opened the door, but still did not turn my back on my assailant. I just stood in the open door staring him down. I think he knew I meant business, because he quickly moved toward the cart corral, took all of the carts and headed toward the building. (Like that wasn't obvious)
I know that things could have turned out differently, and quite frankly, I feel lucky to be alive at this point. I left the parking lot as quickly as possible, went home and cried like a little baby. I was a nervous wreck. I think I did everything right, but am open to input. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
It all started when I had to take my wife to work this morning at 8:30. After that, I had to take my 5 year old son to a dentist appointment. Since i had a little time on my hands after the dentist, I went to Lowe's to pick up a new toilet. (that's a whole different story) Well, by this time, it is around 9:45 in the morning. Most people are at work, kids are at school, and there are very few cars in the Lowe's parking lot. Keep in mind, the temp is around -10, and I am carrying my Glock 23 IWB under a heavy coat.
I went inside the store and headed back to the toilets. After some deliberation, I finally decided on a toilet that had flush rating of 5 stars. I was pretty happy with my purchase. I headed to the checkout, paid for my purchase, and proceeded out the door. Since there weren't many cars in the parking lot, I was able to get a pretty good parking spot close to the door.
This is where it gets scary... As I load the boys into the car, and try to wrestle this 95 pound monster of a commode into the back of my SUV, something caught my eye. I see this guy, maybe 18-20 years old wandering aimlessly through the parking lot. This was odd, since it was so cold out and the place wasn't busy. Now my situational awareness is peaked. I mean, this guy looks like he is up to no good. He is a typical degenerate punk, dressed all up in odd clothing, with shifty eyes just scanning the parking lot.
I quickly get the porcelain throne into my SUV, when I notice he is making a bee line directly toward me. As I take my flat bed cart to the cart corral I see that this shady character is changing his direction to match mine. Now my adrenaline is pumping, my palms are sweating, and my focus is fixed on his every move. I quickly make a move toward my vehicle, walking backwards while my eyes remain fixed on him. I make a point to let him know that I am aware that he is there, and I am ready to deal with whatever decision he makes.
At this point, his pace slowed down a bit, and I could tell that he was contemplating his next move. I continued to my vehicle, where I opened the door, but still did not turn my back on my assailant. I just stood in the open door staring him down. I think he knew I meant business, because he quickly moved toward the cart corral, took all of the carts and headed toward the building. (Like that wasn't obvious)
I know that things could have turned out differently, and quite frankly, I feel lucky to be alive at this point. I left the parking lot as quickly as possible, went home and cried like a little baby. I was a nervous wreck. I think I did everything right, but am open to input. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
). My hand is now on my knife in my pocket. He asks me in a very hard to understand voice "Sir, do you like fish sandwiches." I'm thinking to myself, WTF? and say excuse me? He says, "What about tenderloins?" I'm still confused and respond "No, thank you" thinking he is trying to sell me something, is drunk/high, all of the above. He reaches into his stroller (and I'm literally about ready to punch him in the face because I'm expecting he is going to pull a gun or knife on me from under the blanket) and pulls out a flyer for a new restaurant opening up downtown. It happens in slow motion and I see that under the blanket there is no child, but a variety of plastic bags from a local pharmacy. 
