oldbillthundercheif
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I've had a pile of guns pointed at me, but the scariest one was a single-action .22 revolver with an 8"-10" barrel and all the finish rusted off.
Why?
Because it was being held by some shakey unhealthy-looking kid with the hammer cocked back and it was pressed into my midsection at the time. The way the kid looked, I probably would have been more intimidated if he was holding a used needle, but that .22 was no joke.
I didn't soil myself or scream for jesus, but I gave him my wallet very quickly and with zero conversation.
The older guys who have robbed me have been more professional about the situation and, as a result, were much less scary, even though their guns were bigger. That kid was a wild card, anything could have happened. Not fun.
Why?
Because it was being held by some shakey unhealthy-looking kid with the hammer cocked back and it was pressed into my midsection at the time. The way the kid looked, I probably would have been more intimidated if he was holding a used needle, but that .22 was no joke.
I didn't soil myself or scream for jesus, but I gave him my wallet very quickly and with zero conversation.
The older guys who have robbed me have been more professional about the situation and, as a result, were much less scary, even though their guns were bigger. That kid was a wild card, anything could have happened. Not fun.