Well I really wasn't going to post this thread, because of how stupid it will make me look, but maybe it will save someone else from the situation that I was in.
Here is the story. Mid afternoon this past Monday I was filling my gas at the BP station in Broadripple at the corner of college and 72nd. I had the top off of the jeep and was filling up when I was approached by an extremely short (think midget) African American woman. She gave me some story about how she just missed a bus and needed to get to another stop just down the road, blah blah blah. I usually just disregard these people but for some reason I decided just this once to help another person out. So I drove her to the original destination, but she wanted to see if some folks (who would presumably give her a ride from there) were at a church just a little down the road. They weren't there so she decided that I could drop her off at her cousin's place, now just a little further down the road.
By this time we were at 38th and college and my internal "bad situation" sensors where going off like crazy, but I figured I would be ok, I mean, I am just trying to help out someone down on their luck. After all she had been extremely pleasant and even cranked up some Jason Aldean and was singing along having a great time. Well she had me take a left onto Fairfield and then another left into an alley one lane) where her cousin's house was on the right. At this point I'm surprised that she didn't hear the alarms in my head going off, I was about 100% sure I was screwed. She was making a couple phone calls to try to get her cousin to let her in, (aka she was still in the Jeep as we waited there) and I noticed a door to a house/warehouse with NO windows behind us to the right opened up, and a rather angry looking African American guy popped his head out and looked over the Jeep, then the door closed. At that point I knew something was about to go down (figuring he was going to get some friends). Then the door opened again and he poked his head out again, however this time there was something shining in his right hand, I tried making out what it was as he moved it to his side and began approaching the Jeep, when I realized it was a gun. I immediately gunned the Jeep and got the heck out of the alley.
As I pulled away I looked at the man in my rear-view and watched as he quickly turned around, as if looking for people (cops I assume) and started stuffing the gun into his pants. I had already planned a couple escape routes as soon as I pulled into the alley, but I was lucky enough that it was just him and he didn't have people to try to block me in. The midget was acting confused at what had just happened and I told her he had a gun, to which she replied with laughter and claiming that it was a hair comb. I said I was not going back down there and she politely got out and walked away.
Throughout the whole thing she was very nice and seemed like a good enough person. However, if the circumstances weren't enough to put her in co-hoards with my to be attacker, I saw two problems with her response. #1 she was not looking back at him, and was on the phone, she therefor never even saw him to see a comb in his hands, second, the dude had dreads...you don't need a comb for dreads.
So lessons learned, I will not be offering my help to anyone anymore, and I probably should go get my carry license that I have held off until now to get! (I have the gun(s) just no license!) In that circumstance that 12 gauge in the back is not near accessible!
Here is the story. Mid afternoon this past Monday I was filling my gas at the BP station in Broadripple at the corner of college and 72nd. I had the top off of the jeep and was filling up when I was approached by an extremely short (think midget) African American woman. She gave me some story about how she just missed a bus and needed to get to another stop just down the road, blah blah blah. I usually just disregard these people but for some reason I decided just this once to help another person out. So I drove her to the original destination, but she wanted to see if some folks (who would presumably give her a ride from there) were at a church just a little down the road. They weren't there so she decided that I could drop her off at her cousin's place, now just a little further down the road.
By this time we were at 38th and college and my internal "bad situation" sensors where going off like crazy, but I figured I would be ok, I mean, I am just trying to help out someone down on their luck. After all she had been extremely pleasant and even cranked up some Jason Aldean and was singing along having a great time. Well she had me take a left onto Fairfield and then another left into an alley one lane) where her cousin's house was on the right. At this point I'm surprised that she didn't hear the alarms in my head going off, I was about 100% sure I was screwed. She was making a couple phone calls to try to get her cousin to let her in, (aka she was still in the Jeep as we waited there) and I noticed a door to a house/warehouse with NO windows behind us to the right opened up, and a rather angry looking African American guy popped his head out and looked over the Jeep, then the door closed. At that point I knew something was about to go down (figuring he was going to get some friends). Then the door opened again and he poked his head out again, however this time there was something shining in his right hand, I tried making out what it was as he moved it to his side and began approaching the Jeep, when I realized it was a gun. I immediately gunned the Jeep and got the heck out of the alley.
As I pulled away I looked at the man in my rear-view and watched as he quickly turned around, as if looking for people (cops I assume) and started stuffing the gun into his pants. I had already planned a couple escape routes as soon as I pulled into the alley, but I was lucky enough that it was just him and he didn't have people to try to block me in. The midget was acting confused at what had just happened and I told her he had a gun, to which she replied with laughter and claiming that it was a hair comb. I said I was not going back down there and she politely got out and walked away.
Throughout the whole thing she was very nice and seemed like a good enough person. However, if the circumstances weren't enough to put her in co-hoards with my to be attacker, I saw two problems with her response. #1 she was not looking back at him, and was on the phone, she therefor never even saw him to see a comb in his hands, second, the dude had dreads...you don't need a comb for dreads.
So lessons learned, I will not be offering my help to anyone anymore, and I probably should go get my carry license that I have held off until now to get! (I have the gun(s) just no license!) In that circumstance that 12 gauge in the back is not near accessible!
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