Anarchy at McDonalds
Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 9:12 am
First off, I got nowhere near drawing down on these fools, but it was a good reinforcement to me that one should 1) Never underestimate the stupidity or rudeness of the public and 2) always always always be aware of your surroundings.
6:30 pm yesterday, McDonalds near the bus station downtown, Houston.
Doors are locked and 9mm is in it’s holster between the seats where it normally is. It’s a BAD neighborhood, but the only quick place to stop on the way home before hitting the highway.
I pull in from the back entrance and que up in a 3-4 car line waiting in the drive-through. I’m not in the marked lane for the DT because there’s a line and no room for me to pull into the lane from my entrance in the lot so I’m just patiently waiting for a spot to open up. In all fairness, I’m taking up about ½ of the 2-lane entrance/exit to my side of the McD’s lot because I’m waiting for the line to move up. Nowhere else to go, but not a good place to be.
About 30 seconds after I pull in some guy pulls around to use the entrance/exit I’m patiently waiting in. I guess he wasn’t happy with the amount of room left him so he sits there for a second. I look around to see if there’s a way I can pull out, but my only real option is to pull up out of waiting for the line, exit the lot, drive around the block and come back in, by which time the line will have moved.
So I roll my window down to explain this to the guy as I’m looking around for a better place to go. I hear a steady stream of obscenities coming from the now open window and look over. He’s hanging with both arms flailing out of his window calling me every name in the book. He looks to be a bit of the un-hinged sort. I probably raised an eyebrow but calmly apologize for being in his way and ask him to give me 30 seconds and I should be able to pull in line and out of his way.
I’m not even sure he heard me over his own potty mouth. He was getting personal now too. I kindly point out at that juncture he’s more than able to back up 15 feet or so and use the other exit to the lot and try to explain that if I pull out of where I am … yadda yadda. He still hasn’t taken a breath and about that time a big van pulls up in the DT line effectively blocking his backup. He gets even more irate and I just sit back and roll up my window. I suppose I could have pulled around the block and had he been a little more civil I might have I guess, but I would have been content to wait there for another 30 seconds.
I make a mental note that if he gets out of his car and starts to come over I’m PROBABLY authorized to draw down on him if needed, but it’s a much wiser plan to just hit the gas and leave the area if it comes to that. About that time the line moves and I can scoot up. He peels out and races out of the lot, almost hitting another car in the process.
I just kind of chuckle to myself and note that I’ve met my quota of crazy folks for the day and the wife and I discuss what we want to order. We get parked to wait for our food. I make a mental note of a vagrant sitting just outside the restaurant door our server will be coming out of that’s about 8 feet from my 7 o’clock. I can keep an eye on him in the mirror so I roll down my window and wait for the food to come out. As soon as I say something to my wife some guy steps out the door and SCREAMS at the top of his lungs something completely unintelligible. I jump a bit since he does this about 4 feet from my door.
First instinct was that the guy from earlier is back. I read the guy in the mirror and he looks perfectly normal other than the fact that he just howled at the moon. I watch him slowly shuffle past us on the sidewalk talking to himself the whole while. He stops at the end of the pavement and does a sort of funky chicken dance, but kicking one of his legs up above his waist in the process. The wife and I can’t help but chuckle a bit at that.
About that time our food came out.
This is one of the first “uncool encounters� I’ve had since getting the CHL. I noticed that as soon as I spotted trouble my mind immediately went to the gun and started running scenarios as to how the law applied to the situation. I consider that a good thing. I also give myself points for never seriously considering drawing, opting for my immediate plan to be leaving the area should it escalate.
It also dawned on me that when I was younger I’ve yelled at a few idiots for doing stupid stuff from the window of my car. I don’t think I’ve ever streamed obscenities at someone, especially not with their wife sitting in the car next to them, but I’ve had a few choice words for idiots. I think back and wonder how many of those idiots had a gun .05 seconds reach away and how many of them may have considered shooting me on the spot. Now I haven’t felt inclined to do anything so stupid in years, but it’s always good to learn both sides of a lesson.
On the way home the wife and I discussed the scenario with the guy yelling from his car and what would be appropriate and legal, etc. We agreed that drawing down on the guy would have been legal IF he got out of his vehicle and approached us in a threatening manner. That, however, would have violated one of our rules of not drawing unless you are already justified in shooting so as not to give up the element of surprise in that you are armed. We agreed that the overall best option at that point would have been to leave the lot. Good to think those scenarios through with each-other.
On the way home we were also discussing places we could stop for a snack that didn’t include dinner and a show.
6:30 pm yesterday, McDonalds near the bus station downtown, Houston.
Doors are locked and 9mm is in it’s holster between the seats where it normally is. It’s a BAD neighborhood, but the only quick place to stop on the way home before hitting the highway.
I pull in from the back entrance and que up in a 3-4 car line waiting in the drive-through. I’m not in the marked lane for the DT because there’s a line and no room for me to pull into the lane from my entrance in the lot so I’m just patiently waiting for a spot to open up. In all fairness, I’m taking up about ½ of the 2-lane entrance/exit to my side of the McD’s lot because I’m waiting for the line to move up. Nowhere else to go, but not a good place to be.
About 30 seconds after I pull in some guy pulls around to use the entrance/exit I’m patiently waiting in. I guess he wasn’t happy with the amount of room left him so he sits there for a second. I look around to see if there’s a way I can pull out, but my only real option is to pull up out of waiting for the line, exit the lot, drive around the block and come back in, by which time the line will have moved.
So I roll my window down to explain this to the guy as I’m looking around for a better place to go. I hear a steady stream of obscenities coming from the now open window and look over. He’s hanging with both arms flailing out of his window calling me every name in the book. He looks to be a bit of the un-hinged sort. I probably raised an eyebrow but calmly apologize for being in his way and ask him to give me 30 seconds and I should be able to pull in line and out of his way.
I’m not even sure he heard me over his own potty mouth. He was getting personal now too. I kindly point out at that juncture he’s more than able to back up 15 feet or so and use the other exit to the lot and try to explain that if I pull out of where I am … yadda yadda. He still hasn’t taken a breath and about that time a big van pulls up in the DT line effectively blocking his backup. He gets even more irate and I just sit back and roll up my window. I suppose I could have pulled around the block and had he been a little more civil I might have I guess, but I would have been content to wait there for another 30 seconds.
I make a mental note that if he gets out of his car and starts to come over I’m PROBABLY authorized to draw down on him if needed, but it’s a much wiser plan to just hit the gas and leave the area if it comes to that. About that time the line moves and I can scoot up. He peels out and races out of the lot, almost hitting another car in the process.
I just kind of chuckle to myself and note that I’ve met my quota of crazy folks for the day and the wife and I discuss what we want to order. We get parked to wait for our food. I make a mental note of a vagrant sitting just outside the restaurant door our server will be coming out of that’s about 8 feet from my 7 o’clock. I can keep an eye on him in the mirror so I roll down my window and wait for the food to come out. As soon as I say something to my wife some guy steps out the door and SCREAMS at the top of his lungs something completely unintelligible. I jump a bit since he does this about 4 feet from my door.
First instinct was that the guy from earlier is back. I read the guy in the mirror and he looks perfectly normal other than the fact that he just howled at the moon. I watch him slowly shuffle past us on the sidewalk talking to himself the whole while. He stops at the end of the pavement and does a sort of funky chicken dance, but kicking one of his legs up above his waist in the process. The wife and I can’t help but chuckle a bit at that.
About that time our food came out.
This is one of the first “uncool encounters� I’ve had since getting the CHL. I noticed that as soon as I spotted trouble my mind immediately went to the gun and started running scenarios as to how the law applied to the situation. I consider that a good thing. I also give myself points for never seriously considering drawing, opting for my immediate plan to be leaving the area should it escalate.
It also dawned on me that when I was younger I’ve yelled at a few idiots for doing stupid stuff from the window of my car. I don’t think I’ve ever streamed obscenities at someone, especially not with their wife sitting in the car next to them, but I’ve had a few choice words for idiots. I think back and wonder how many of those idiots had a gun .05 seconds reach away and how many of them may have considered shooting me on the spot. Now I haven’t felt inclined to do anything so stupid in years, but it’s always good to learn both sides of a lesson.
On the way home the wife and I discussed the scenario with the guy yelling from his car and what would be appropriate and legal, etc. We agreed that drawing down on the guy would have been legal IF he got out of his vehicle and approached us in a threatening manner. That, however, would have violated one of our rules of not drawing unless you are already justified in shooting so as not to give up the element of surprise in that you are armed. We agreed that the overall best option at that point would have been to leave the lot. Good to think those scenarios through with each-other.
On the way home we were also discussing places we could stop for a snack that didn’t include dinner and a show.