I had dinner at the Taco Time in Fife this evening. I've carried in here several times and I've never had anything but good experiences with the staff. While I was there I met I cool guy named Eric and we talked for about an hour about all kinds of things. As we were leaving, there was a drunk outside who started yelling at us. Both of us just looked at each other, shook our heads and left.
I walked back to my place and he followed me the whole way hurling insults I would never repeat here. I thought it was really going to get physical when he bumped into me. I had no idea what his issue was. It was like he wanted me to get into a fight with him. Finally, when I was almost to my door, he went into "You really think you're some kind of tough guy with that gun but I know you're really just a *****." Then it clicked. This guy was bothered by my gun.
"That's what this is about?" I asked. "This is about my gun?"
He froze for a moment and I could see his face turn red. Then he got really angry and started cussing at me. I knew I was right. I just told him his mother would be ashamed of his behavior and closed the door on him.
At no time did I truly feel afraid, I was mostly just annoyed. My only concern was that he'd try to get too close to me again and I'd have to subdue him. (He was too drunk to be a real threat in a straight up fight but that didn't mean that he couldn't do something stupid and dangerous.)
Nothing like mixing alcohol with unreasonable fear.
I walked back to my place and he followed me the whole way hurling insults I would never repeat here. I thought it was really going to get physical when he bumped into me. I had no idea what his issue was. It was like he wanted me to get into a fight with him. Finally, when I was almost to my door, he went into "You really think you're some kind of tough guy with that gun but I know you're really just a *****." Then it clicked. This guy was bothered by my gun.
"That's what this is about?" I asked. "This is about my gun?"
He froze for a moment and I could see his face turn red. Then he got really angry and started cussing at me. I knew I was right. I just told him his mother would be ashamed of his behavior and closed the door on him.
At no time did I truly feel afraid, I was mostly just annoyed. My only concern was that he'd try to get too close to me again and I'd have to subdue him. (He was too drunk to be a real threat in a straight up fight but that didn't mean that he couldn't do something stupid and dangerous.)
Nothing like mixing alcohol with unreasonable fear.