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by wyckedsin » Thu Dec 25, 2014 1:18 pm
The other day could have gotten very ugly.
We have had contractors in and out of the house making final repairs after a severe water damage loss in August. (Drain pans for AC units in homes should not be 16 gallons in capacity btw)
well, the day in question, there was a crew member who was insulting from the moment he walked in the door. his actions and mannerisms spoke of Latino Banger fresh out of Jail. Only he had Zero visible ink. The bed my wife and i sleep on was actually the first bed her Mother and Father had. It is very sentimental to her, and is roughly 60-80 years old as they bought is used in the 60's. I had to put it together in a way that we will not be able to reassemble it without major repair work. We had arranged with the owner of the flooring company to put the bed up on skates and move it around as needed, but that the bed would not be disassembled.
This person decided that was too much hassle, and I come in to find him about to start taking the frame apart. Conversation went down hill very rapidly. I maintained an angry professionalism, while he devolved into gutter trash talking.
His manner went to puffed up chest and roostering. Then he made a HUGE mistake, he called my wife a Cunt. The house went silent around me. The other workers were not sure what to do. The Lead was actually outside the house trying to get ahold of his boss at the moment.
What I was told is that I stepped up literally nose to nose with him. My posture, and the amount of sheer menace coming off me was enough that the other workers took about 10 steps back, my wife started dialing 911, and this guy watched his life flash before his eyes. I can't tell you what I said, all I was doing was waiting for the punch I knew was inevitable. It had devolved so horribly wrong I Knew I was going to jail, and I was okay with that. I was expecting to get jumped from behind by the other workers, and I knew this guy was going to fight. I was okay with it, I had accepted that I was going to die.
Again, what I was told is that he visibly shrank back from me, and started softly appologizing as he back to the door.
It was bad, I,lost control of the situation. i could have simply told him to leave the site. All the things I did wrong I can armchair look at now.
I had become so comfortable with the holster and weight of my 1911, it completely slipped my mind it was there. I WANTED to beat him into submission.
This is not the proper way to carry. This my friends is exactly what I am supposed to avoid.
I am better than this, it was an ego shoving match that crossed that line and I should never have gone for it.
Not doing the above is what being able to carry responsibly is all about, and I was irresponsible.
Time to get a holster that is a little less comfortable to help remind me that I can't let myself get goaded into situations like that.
The only people that knew I was armed, was me and my wife.
After he went outside, I pulled my gun, and cleared it before the Lead crew member. He about shit his pants.
Sanity has left the building