Got home about 2.5 hours ago and went through my normal tactics, checking mail, reading mail, throwing away junk mail, you know, the cycle of life.
Made me a "relaxer" and settled down to the O'Reilly Factor and just was enjoying life. The window shades open so I watched the sun go down and when the blackness hit, closed the shades and turned on my lamp.
Well, I'm just sitting there, watching TV (now it's on Cops) and trying to talk to my cat that her running like a crazy thing and knocking over things is not what I love her for when I get a knock at the door.
I look out (peeping) and see that the outside light is not on.. oops, forgot to hit the switch. I hit the switch to "continuous light on mode" and look at. See this person who looks like he's been fighting the zombies from the dawn of the dead.
I am not a judgemental person and I don't hate anyone. But I am cautious. I don't open the door (this guy is now bouncing from foot to foot) and I ask how I may help him.
His car has broken down... now, I don't judge people but I don't think that this person could afford a gallon of gas at the prices that it is now, so I say that I will call whomever they wish and get them help.
Nope, wants to come in, the number is "secret" you know. I don't go for that. I dial 911 and while talking to the person, describe the person and that they wish to come in, invited or not from what I can tell, and that I am prepared to protect myself. Sheriff dispatcher is under full understanding.
I continue to help this guy out (and I really was, if he was broken down or needed gas or whatever, I would gladly make the call. I use cell phones only and if I go over my minutes, it's .30 a pop and that can grow but I will not allow someone in need to stay in need).
Then I hear the back door handle going back and forth. It's locked. I tell the guy out front that if that is a friend of his at the back door, then he had better call the cops because I was about to unload on his friends buttocks. The guy left the front door, went around to the side and said something (I didn't hear) and then the sheriff showed (great timing, I'm sure that the folks were about to bolt).
Arrested (for warrents) to transiants. Saved, my life and maybe the anger they would have had and taken it against my vehicles.
They pulled a steak knife off of the one that was trying to get in from the back and a freakin butcher knife from the one in the front (blade was only about 12 or so inches long but I thought it was a brush knife when I first saw it ).
Seems that they were harmless overall (never used the knives but had intimidated enough people in the area, especially by the college and uptown that they got money from them) but still, out in the country, they may have thought they could do more. But they failed to realize that the country is vastly different (for the most part) to the city and the college (we don't do the snivel thing).
It was an interesting night so far (and it's only 7:38pm here) and yes, I am still relaxing. Was strange though, I had the Kimber (her time for sentry) in hand, trying to help this person, and then to have to go through this. The Sheriff (deputy actually) didn't take my gun (actually liked it, I put on a pair of Pearl Grips on it just to check it out.. yeah, about a month or so ago but I like the looks ) and just said that if I had any more trouble to give a call. Gave me a case number and that was it.
This is not a bad neighborhood if you erase the people across the street (and they are the problem and these people probably got alot of "wives tales" from them about what I have and such) but still, how could these people think that country folk are this stupid and on the last note, Thank Goodness that I didn't have to use anything (my worse nightmare but will face it if it happens).
Wayne
Made me a "relaxer" and settled down to the O'Reilly Factor and just was enjoying life. The window shades open so I watched the sun go down and when the blackness hit, closed the shades and turned on my lamp.
Well, I'm just sitting there, watching TV (now it's on Cops) and trying to talk to my cat that her running like a crazy thing and knocking over things is not what I love her for when I get a knock at the door.
I look out (peeping) and see that the outside light is not on.. oops, forgot to hit the switch. I hit the switch to "continuous light on mode" and look at. See this person who looks like he's been fighting the zombies from the dawn of the dead.
I am not a judgemental person and I don't hate anyone. But I am cautious. I don't open the door (this guy is now bouncing from foot to foot) and I ask how I may help him.
His car has broken down... now, I don't judge people but I don't think that this person could afford a gallon of gas at the prices that it is now, so I say that I will call whomever they wish and get them help.
Nope, wants to come in, the number is "secret" you know. I don't go for that. I dial 911 and while talking to the person, describe the person and that they wish to come in, invited or not from what I can tell, and that I am prepared to protect myself. Sheriff dispatcher is under full understanding.
I continue to help this guy out (and I really was, if he was broken down or needed gas or whatever, I would gladly make the call. I use cell phones only and if I go over my minutes, it's .30 a pop and that can grow but I will not allow someone in need to stay in need).
Then I hear the back door handle going back and forth. It's locked. I tell the guy out front that if that is a friend of his at the back door, then he had better call the cops because I was about to unload on his friends buttocks. The guy left the front door, went around to the side and said something (I didn't hear) and then the sheriff showed (great timing, I'm sure that the folks were about to bolt).
Arrested (for warrents) to transiants. Saved, my life and maybe the anger they would have had and taken it against my vehicles.
They pulled a steak knife off of the one that was trying to get in from the back and a freakin butcher knife from the one in the front (blade was only about 12 or so inches long but I thought it was a brush knife when I first saw it ).
Seems that they were harmless overall (never used the knives but had intimidated enough people in the area, especially by the college and uptown that they got money from them) but still, out in the country, they may have thought they could do more. But they failed to realize that the country is vastly different (for the most part) to the city and the college (we don't do the snivel thing).
It was an interesting night so far (and it's only 7:38pm here) and yes, I am still relaxing. Was strange though, I had the Kimber (her time for sentry) in hand, trying to help this person, and then to have to go through this. The Sheriff (deputy actually) didn't take my gun (actually liked it, I put on a pair of Pearl Grips on it just to check it out.. yeah, about a month or so ago but I like the looks ) and just said that if I had any more trouble to give a call. Gave me a case number and that was it.
This is not a bad neighborhood if you erase the people across the street (and they are the problem and these people probably got alot of "wives tales" from them about what I have and such) but still, how could these people think that country folk are this stupid and on the last note, Thank Goodness that I didn't have to use anything (my worse nightmare but will face it if it happens).
Wayne