"And THAT is why I carry a gun and pepper spray"
Last night I went out to a bar with some friends. I was celebrating my birthday which passed on the 15th. Knowing that I had every intention of becoming completely sauced I left my carry gun in a safe place and carried my Fox Labs pepper spray.
It was a fun night, even if I did spend a good deal of it getting harassed by a woman who could barely speak English. She dragged me onto the dance floor once and bought me a drink (she was ALSO celebrating her birthday). She was a nice woman though, and I wasn't really bothered by it. All in good fun.
As the night wound down I went to the other side of of the bar to say goodnight to the owner, who I know from frequent attendance in the past. I had to wait around for him to calm down and eject this big (twice my weight but a bit shorter), belligerently drunk redneck type who was mad because he'd been cut off and was being sent home.
My friend, the bartender/owner, arranged a ride for this guy and out he went. I said goodnight to my friend and headed to my buddy's truck outside. He was parked on the other side of the road so I walked across and as I did I see Mr. Pissed-off Drunk 'Neck standing at the edge of the road.
Being in pleasantly buzzing good mood as I passed I said, "Have a goodnight."
He immediately turned to me glaring and slurred, "You got sompin' t' say?"
As I continue to walk toward my friends truck, about twenty feet away, I replied, "Just said, 'have a goodnight.'"
He started to follow me mumbling and glaring. I kept my eyes on him as I made my way to my friends truck and I heard him say, "You got sompin' t' say? You tryin' start somin'? Lookin' fer a fight?"
I kept my eyes on him and reached into my pocket for my pepper spray as I rounded the corner of my friends truck bed. The guy kept closing the distance and mumbling about wanting a fight. I said, "Man, I just said 'have a goodnight.' We're all here to have a good time and I don't want any trouble so you need to step off from me."
Not wanting to turn my back on the guy to get in when I reached the passenger side door I turned and faced Mr. Asshole fully as he rounded the truck bed heading toward me. I started yelling at him to stay away from me but he just kept coming looking bigger and meaner with every step. When he was within six feet of me I raised the can of Fox Labs and sprayed him full in the face. He got a good long burst of it and turned immediately around and headed away from me and the truck not saying a word or looking back.
I got in my friend's truck and told him to drive as I dialed 911. When the operator answered I asked to be connected with the local PD. The connection went through quickly and I explained to the man on the phone what had happened and where I was. He got my name and number and said they'd send a unit to the bar.
My friend and I went to a local all night fast food place to meet some other friends. I had caught a little backwash from the pepper spray so I used one of the Sudecon decontamination wipes I had bought with the spray to get a little relief. I had contacts in and those actually gave my eyes a good deal of protection, but my face was burning.
Anyway, after two calls from the local PD I explained that I didn't really feel the need to file a report. They hadn't found the guy, and I was just happy to have gotten safely away. I said basically I called it in to cover my ass and to let them know about the drunk idiot looking for a fight. I was told, "Sorry this happened, have a good night."
And that was that.
After I got I jumped in the shower, washed my face and hands really well and then pulled out my contacts. The pain that instantly hit me was horrible. I never want to get a face full of Fox Labs like that idiot did!
And now I need a can of pepper spray.
Last night I went out to a bar with some friends. I was celebrating my birthday which passed on the 15th. Knowing that I had every intention of becoming completely sauced I left my carry gun in a safe place and carried my Fox Labs pepper spray.
It was a fun night, even if I did spend a good deal of it getting harassed by a woman who could barely speak English. She dragged me onto the dance floor once and bought me a drink (she was ALSO celebrating her birthday). She was a nice woman though, and I wasn't really bothered by it. All in good fun.
As the night wound down I went to the other side of of the bar to say goodnight to the owner, who I know from frequent attendance in the past. I had to wait around for him to calm down and eject this big (twice my weight but a bit shorter), belligerently drunk redneck type who was mad because he'd been cut off and was being sent home.
My friend, the bartender/owner, arranged a ride for this guy and out he went. I said goodnight to my friend and headed to my buddy's truck outside. He was parked on the other side of the road so I walked across and as I did I see Mr. Pissed-off Drunk 'Neck standing at the edge of the road.
Being in pleasantly buzzing good mood as I passed I said, "Have a goodnight."
He immediately turned to me glaring and slurred, "You got sompin' t' say?"
As I continue to walk toward my friends truck, about twenty feet away, I replied, "Just said, 'have a goodnight.'"
He started to follow me mumbling and glaring. I kept my eyes on him as I made my way to my friends truck and I heard him say, "You got sompin' t' say? You tryin' start somin'? Lookin' fer a fight?"
I kept my eyes on him and reached into my pocket for my pepper spray as I rounded the corner of my friends truck bed. The guy kept closing the distance and mumbling about wanting a fight. I said, "Man, I just said 'have a goodnight.' We're all here to have a good time and I don't want any trouble so you need to step off from me."
Not wanting to turn my back on the guy to get in when I reached the passenger side door I turned and faced Mr. Asshole fully as he rounded the truck bed heading toward me. I started yelling at him to stay away from me but he just kept coming looking bigger and meaner with every step. When he was within six feet of me I raised the can of Fox Labs and sprayed him full in the face. He got a good long burst of it and turned immediately around and headed away from me and the truck not saying a word or looking back.
I got in my friend's truck and told him to drive as I dialed 911. When the operator answered I asked to be connected with the local PD. The connection went through quickly and I explained to the man on the phone what had happened and where I was. He got my name and number and said they'd send a unit to the bar.
My friend and I went to a local all night fast food place to meet some other friends. I had caught a little backwash from the pepper spray so I used one of the Sudecon decontamination wipes I had bought with the spray to get a little relief. I had contacts in and those actually gave my eyes a good deal of protection, but my face was burning.
Anyway, after two calls from the local PD I explained that I didn't really feel the need to file a report. They hadn't found the guy, and I was just happy to have gotten safely away. I said basically I called it in to cover my ass and to let them know about the drunk idiot looking for a fight. I was told, "Sorry this happened, have a good night."
And that was that.
After I got I jumped in the shower, washed my face and hands really well and then pulled out my contacts. The pain that instantly hit me was horrible. I never want to get a face full of Fox Labs like that idiot did!
And now I need a can of pepper spray.
wyldewolfe:
its always good to be prepared