fire suppressor
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I am a night time worker who typically gets home around 3am. A few days ago I got home from work, changed my clothes and put my gun on my hip and went back out to my car to go grocery shopping. I had remembered that I had forgot to check my mail that day so instead of going to my car I started to walked down the hill to my mailbox. I live in a nice apartment complex with fairly good lighting outside the buildings at night. As I started to round the corner to start the walk down the hill I began to walk past one of the dumpsters. We have large dumpsters approximately 5-6 feet tall that are all enclosed in a metal chain link fence with a gate also approximately 5-6 feet tall, don't ask me why. As I started to walk past the dumpster I slowed from a normal walk to a slow walk, I could not tell you why but something looked out of place inside the dumpster's fence. The gate was closed and I could see that the lids where down, the streets lights where casting shadows inside the dumpsters fence like it always dose but for some reason it just looked darker to me than normal. I got that creepy feeling as I looked at the dumpster but could not find anything wrong with the situation other than I felt like something was out of place. I kept walking and once my back was past the dumpster I herd the loud beat up fence open.
I stopped and turned around and watched as a man dressed in all black with a hoodie pulled over his head stepped out of the darkness. I could not see his face only a cigarette burring in his mouth. We stared at each other both of us motionless and quiet for probably only a few seconds but it felt like for ever. As the man took another step towards me me lowered his head so as he stepped into the light I could not see him. Feeling treated once he took the first step towards me I put my hand on my gun but did not draw it and asked in a not so polite manner what he was doing. He only got one step towards me before my hand touched my gun, the very second I touched my gun he stopped and put one hand in his pants pocket. The man said nothing and after a few more seconds of us both staring at each other he lowered his hoodie. It was a man I recognized from our apartment complex. I do not know his name, he never seems to cause any problems just pace around our lot and smoke. I have never had a problem with him but always got the be on guard feeling when he is around. You might think its wrong to stereotype people but he has search warrant written all over him, dirty want to be blood appearance
After a few more seconds of us staring at each other I asked him again what he was doing, again no response. I could see his eyes look me up and down and and after a few more sounds he turned around and walked away. I did not move until I saw him disappear into his apartment unit
Soooo...... there you have it I'm not really sure what to call it or if you think I handled it appropriately just thought I would share it with everyone
I stopped and turned around and watched as a man dressed in all black with a hoodie pulled over his head stepped out of the darkness. I could not see his face only a cigarette burring in his mouth. We stared at each other both of us motionless and quiet for probably only a few seconds but it felt like for ever. As the man took another step towards me me lowered his head so as he stepped into the light I could not see him. Feeling treated once he took the first step towards me I put my hand on my gun but did not draw it and asked in a not so polite manner what he was doing. He only got one step towards me before my hand touched my gun, the very second I touched my gun he stopped and put one hand in his pants pocket. The man said nothing and after a few more seconds of us both staring at each other he lowered his hoodie. It was a man I recognized from our apartment complex. I do not know his name, he never seems to cause any problems just pace around our lot and smoke. I have never had a problem with him but always got the be on guard feeling when he is around. You might think its wrong to stereotype people but he has search warrant written all over him, dirty want to be blood appearance
After a few more seconds of us staring at each other I asked him again what he was doing, again no response. I could see his eyes look me up and down and and after a few more sounds he turned around and walked away. I did not move until I saw him disappear into his apartment unit
Soooo...... there you have it I'm not really sure what to call it or if you think I handled it appropriately just thought I would share it with everyone