Well some crackhead almost earned himself a bullet, and it would be funny if my hands weren't still shaking.
7:30am pull into the parking garage and notice a guy trying to hide behind a concrete pole, wait about 5 minutes to see who it is or what they are doing, and finally yell "Hey you". At this point I'm thinking it's just another employee who is talking on the phone or something but still worrying me, so I haven't taken my gun out of the holster on my passenger seat. Then Mr. Crackhead walks out from the poll walks up to my car and lays his head down on my hood (I grab my holstered gun, but don't pull it out), I yell " what are you doing" he looks up and mumbles something and goes back to listening for a heartbeat on the hood of my truck. I honk, he almost falls, I laugh and yell "get lost". He walks off. Well as I'm about to get out of my car I see he is right next to my window and had re-entered through the side door to the lot. I slowly and discreetly un-holster the weapon, didn't want to escalate it to quickly, but he was within arms reach. Then Open the door and say "What do you want", he mumbles and I say "get out of here". For a good picture of this guy he is like a homeless Jared Loughner looking guy. He walks off around a corner, so I'm not sure if he actually left. So I decide it's okay to bring my gun into work today. As I walk in I try my best to peak around the corner and round the corner, and boom there he is walking angry towards me, I pulled my gun and pointed it at him he was 5-6feet away, practically arms reach but I saw after I drew he was frozen but one more step and he would have taken a couple.
I always thought I would yell get on the ground or something cop'ish, but all I could muster was another "get out of here" and he turned and booked it, after he was a good distance away my body finally realized the gallon of adrenaline and I literally shook like a dog and its really just wearing off now, but hey who needs coffee this morning. I let the police inside know so they went to check it out, they said they would let me know if they get him.
Update: They got him and they said he was 10-93, which must be cop code for crazy. He said he laid on my hood for warmth. He also stated I scared him greatly and that is why he was hiding again when the cops found him.
7:30am pull into the parking garage and notice a guy trying to hide behind a concrete pole, wait about 5 minutes to see who it is or what they are doing, and finally yell "Hey you". At this point I'm thinking it's just another employee who is talking on the phone or something but still worrying me, so I haven't taken my gun out of the holster on my passenger seat. Then Mr. Crackhead walks out from the poll walks up to my car and lays his head down on my hood (I grab my holstered gun, but don't pull it out), I yell " what are you doing" he looks up and mumbles something and goes back to listening for a heartbeat on the hood of my truck. I honk, he almost falls, I laugh and yell "get lost". He walks off. Well as I'm about to get out of my car I see he is right next to my window and had re-entered through the side door to the lot. I slowly and discreetly un-holster the weapon, didn't want to escalate it to quickly, but he was within arms reach. Then Open the door and say "What do you want", he mumbles and I say "get out of here". For a good picture of this guy he is like a homeless Jared Loughner looking guy. He walks off around a corner, so I'm not sure if he actually left. So I decide it's okay to bring my gun into work today. As I walk in I try my best to peak around the corner and round the corner, and boom there he is walking angry towards me, I pulled my gun and pointed it at him he was 5-6feet away, practically arms reach but I saw after I drew he was frozen but one more step and he would have taken a couple.
I always thought I would yell get on the ground or something cop'ish, but all I could muster was another "get out of here" and he turned and booked it, after he was a good distance away my body finally realized the gallon of adrenaline and I literally shook like a dog and its really just wearing off now, but hey who needs coffee this morning. I let the police inside know so they went to check it out, they said they would let me know if they get him.
Update: They got him and they said he was 10-93, which must be cop code for crazy. He said he laid on my hood for warmth. He also stated I scared him greatly and that is why he was hiding again when the cops found him.
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