Hmmm Let me see ....
Standing in front of a place I was the door man for, and having a car drive by and hearing the bang, the thud behind me and the flash all at once. The bullet was low and between the legs. No time to react and no time to be scared. The guy next to me had to go home for some new pants.
I had ten guys, yes ten guys I was escorting out for wanting to hit a woman, and once outside they mouthed off and said they would be back to get me when we closed. I replied, "Dude, there is ten of you now and one of me, if you can't do it now then don't come back when I will have friends with me." He had his hand in his baggy pants (* Did I say this was the late 80's *) and the barrel was pointed at me as he was pulling it out of his pants. I grabbed one of the guys who had started to surround me and had my arm around his neck and was using him for a body shield as he was point the gun at me. As the guy I was holding, was yelling to his friend not to shoot, I was yelling at another employee to lock the front door (* to make sure no one else could get shot *). His friends convinced him to put it away and they all went to their cars. I was outside making sure they left and also waiting for the police. They had been called much earlier when they had swung on the woman. They left in three vehicles, the last one pulls up with the gun man in the passenger seat and says, "Want me to shot you now?" I had no where to go, so I step up closer and behind his "B" pillar of the truck to make it much harder for him to point a gun at me while swinging some keys on a lanyard. Well the owner of the truck did not want a scratch on his truck so he took off and I was there.
When the police showed up, I expected just give a report. But I had a problem for they did not want to report there was a gun. One even asked my who did I know it was real? I told him I was looking down the barrel and it screamed death. He then turned and said to another officer (* note: all had been busy with a traffic stop earlier and now all 6 officers were where I was. When only one or two would have been good. *) So I started to walk away. The officer grabbed me and spun me around and asked me where was I going? I told him that if there was no gun then there was no crime and no report required, so I was going back to work. The officer then asked me agian how I knew it was real. I then walked into him and looked down at him with my chest into his face and said, "How do I know that the gun you carry is real? How do I know the badge you have is real? As far as I am concerned neither are. I then turned to the Sergent (* who had siad nothing to this point *) and asked him to leave, as I was going to call for the County or State to take the report. The police had slow response times after that. It was not too much of a problem for me as, I just sent more people to the hospital. When the dectective showed up to ask me questions I showed him our log book and how after that night the response times had turned form minutes to almost over an hour to respond. So, I said I had to defend myself. It was interesting to notice that the police then started to respond in a much more timely manner, and a lot less people got hurt.
I also had a gun pulled on me for 3 cents. When tax was 4% and we sold a slice of pizza for 99 cents, and tax makes it $1.03. Well while the guy was looking for his 3 cents as he only had dollar, he puled out his piece. I just hit the no sale and opened the cash register and walked to the back, wiping down the counters, I put some good Pizza Oven cast iron and slate between me and him, and when he realized that he had pulled his piece out he jsut took his pizza and left.
Other gun stories as well. Some funny because I survived and was not hurt, others just stupid and scary.
I was in the midst of my kung-fu/wing-chun training at the time... privately taught by a four year student of the art and a good friend. :asian:
