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I took my teenage daughter Christmas shopping today. On our way to the Florida Mall via the OBT I mentioned the crime and violence associated with this particular road.
Our shopping went trip went well and I followed the same route home. My only stop on the OBT was for gas.
While I was pumping the gas, I noticed a lone, mid twenties male come from behind the store in my direction. I shifted my position to get a better view. He immediately moved laterally (to stay behind me) and put his right hand inside his sweatshirt pocket. These two actions got my full attention. I scanned around for any others and didn't see anyone. I turned toward him, placed my hand under my shirt on the butt of my XD and stared him in the eyes. He stopped, looked at me, my hand placement and stepped back.
He looked at my truck and moved behind the bumper and toward my daughter's window. I told her in a loud voice to roll up the window and lock her door. I moved toward him to get a better look (or shot). He looked at me again and decided to move away. He never once took his right hand out of his sweatshirt pocket.
I got in my vehicle and my daughter was ghost white. She asked what just happened. I told her there are people in this world who prey on others and she can NEVER let her guard down.
On the ride home, she asked me the question. "Dad, if he had opened my door would you have shot him?"
I didn't hesitate with my reply.
Our shopping went trip went well and I followed the same route home. My only stop on the OBT was for gas.
While I was pumping the gas, I noticed a lone, mid twenties male come from behind the store in my direction. I shifted my position to get a better view. He immediately moved laterally (to stay behind me) and put his right hand inside his sweatshirt pocket. These two actions got my full attention. I scanned around for any others and didn't see anyone. I turned toward him, placed my hand under my shirt on the butt of my XD and stared him in the eyes. He stopped, looked at me, my hand placement and stepped back.
He looked at my truck and moved behind the bumper and toward my daughter's window. I told her in a loud voice to roll up the window and lock her door. I moved toward him to get a better look (or shot). He looked at me again and decided to move away. He never once took his right hand out of his sweatshirt pocket.
I got in my vehicle and my daughter was ghost white. She asked what just happened. I told her there are people in this world who prey on others and she can NEVER let her guard down.
On the ride home, she asked me the question. "Dad, if he had opened my door would you have shot him?"
I didn't hesitate with my reply.