Chris in AL
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On Sunday afternoons around 1:30, some of the parents of the kids on my son's baseball team take the kids to the ball field for a little extra batting practice. Right next to the ball field is a tiny little public park/playground, with a big covered picnic/barbecue area with a huge sandbox (that my little one loves), and some play structures. This is in a very low traffic area. It's not unusual for us to be there an hour and have only one or two cars go by, and not see another person. It was even more quiet yesterday at 1:00pm, since most folks were home resting after church.
Since we got there a little early, we decided to take the kids to the playground for a few minutes before everyone else got to the ball field. We'd been there about 10 minutes when a car with heavily tinted windows comes by on the road (maybe 80 yards away), slows and stops on the road for several moments, then turns into the little parking area and stops next to our car. This is about 40 yards from where my wife and I were sitting, watching our sons (ages 4 and 7) play. Two older teenage boys get out on the passenger side (one from front, other back); I can see someone in the driver's seat since his side window is open, but can't make out any features at this angle. The two young men start walking toward us. The smaller of the two hangs back at 20 yards out and stands in a direct line between us and our car. The bigger of the two walks over to the picnic table where I'm sitting and says, "I'm looking for some dollars." He continues walking so that he's just about behind me.
I stand up, face him, and say, "Well, we haven't seen any" as I reached up under my shirt and gripped the Browning HP I'm carrying in an IWB. I didn't pull it (maybe should've, though I figured I hadn't really been threatened with violence, and if he made a move to draw, I was one step ahead of him. Course, I didn't know about his buddy, so they had me 2 to 1--my wife wasn't carrying at the time), just kept a good hold of it, my thumb on the hammer, but the motion was unmistakeable. They had to know what I was doing.
The punk stops, looks past me at his buddy, whom I presume to be their lookout, and just turns around and walks back to their car, joined by the "lookout." The just got in and drove away. It all happened very fast. Couple minutes at the very most.
My wife says it's possible they'd been hanging out there earlier and honestly thought they might've dropped some money there. I say no way. The whole thing just looked and felt wrong. Funny thing is, I was perfectly calm the entire time--and a little angry, to be honest. My wife and I discussed it after practice a little. No big deal. Had supper. Put the kids to bed. And then I didn't sleep a wink last night.
This morning I called the police department just to let them know there were some teenagers hanging out there asking people for money, but I didn't tell them "the rest of the story."
Maybe nothing would've happened, but I guess there are times when you never know.
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When they deploy for a predawn vertical insertion with the clear intent of initiating a brutality event against multiple soft targets, you'd better be prepared to begin serious violence processing else you'll wind up in a pile of decommissioned aggressor quantum.
Since we got there a little early, we decided to take the kids to the playground for a few minutes before everyone else got to the ball field. We'd been there about 10 minutes when a car with heavily tinted windows comes by on the road (maybe 80 yards away), slows and stops on the road for several moments, then turns into the little parking area and stops next to our car. This is about 40 yards from where my wife and I were sitting, watching our sons (ages 4 and 7) play. Two older teenage boys get out on the passenger side (one from front, other back); I can see someone in the driver's seat since his side window is open, but can't make out any features at this angle. The two young men start walking toward us. The smaller of the two hangs back at 20 yards out and stands in a direct line between us and our car. The bigger of the two walks over to the picnic table where I'm sitting and says, "I'm looking for some dollars." He continues walking so that he's just about behind me.
I stand up, face him, and say, "Well, we haven't seen any" as I reached up under my shirt and gripped the Browning HP I'm carrying in an IWB. I didn't pull it (maybe should've, though I figured I hadn't really been threatened with violence, and if he made a move to draw, I was one step ahead of him. Course, I didn't know about his buddy, so they had me 2 to 1--my wife wasn't carrying at the time), just kept a good hold of it, my thumb on the hammer, but the motion was unmistakeable. They had to know what I was doing.
The punk stops, looks past me at his buddy, whom I presume to be their lookout, and just turns around and walks back to their car, joined by the "lookout." The just got in and drove away. It all happened very fast. Couple minutes at the very most.
My wife says it's possible they'd been hanging out there earlier and honestly thought they might've dropped some money there. I say no way. The whole thing just looked and felt wrong. Funny thing is, I was perfectly calm the entire time--and a little angry, to be honest. My wife and I discussed it after practice a little. No big deal. Had supper. Put the kids to bed. And then I didn't sleep a wink last night.
This morning I called the police department just to let them know there were some teenagers hanging out there asking people for money, but I didn't tell them "the rest of the story."
Maybe nothing would've happened, but I guess there are times when you never know.
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When they deploy for a predawn vertical insertion with the clear intent of initiating a brutality event against multiple soft targets, you'd better be prepared to begin serious violence processing else you'll wind up in a pile of decommissioned aggressor quantum.