Went out with some friends to celebrate a girlfriend's birthday (Michelle is 41! ) at a local pub. Now I'm not a big drinker but I wasn't carrying anything because I was drinking some, and can't carry in a bar anyway. I had a small Cold Steel pocketknife and a name brand flashlight with a strobe function. As our group of friends was sitting outside at a table a young thug-looking dude came up and sat down at the table, pulled out his phone and began asking said girlfriend, probably 15 years older than him (did I mention she's 41) for her phone number. Condition orange, but we politely told him it was a private 41st birthday party and nobody wanted to give thug-life their phone number. He got visibly upset, jumped up while grabbing the nice lady's wrist and started to get the ready to fight stance on.
And when I say we were polite, I mean it. We didn't get agressive or sarcastic, just firm. We were all mostly EMTs or Paramedics and Firefighters, some Lieutenants, a dispatcher. We are used to talking to people.
Anyway, I strobed his eyes and he got unsteady on his feet, turned to take a step and fell over. Some of the ladies who had stepped in to try to make peace had to turn away. Some of the pub staff came out and politely asked him to please take his business to another establishment.
And when I say politely, I mean they gave him the bum rush the heck down the street. I did notice that he was bleeding from the fall. He was still disoriented and was asking "where did the po-leeses come from". I assume from being confused by the strobe and the adult beverages. Later his friend came up and appologized to us. Seems he was having some hard times after getting fired for being drunk.....
All in all it was a successful 41st birthday for Michelle with only this minor event to break up the fun for a few minutes. I am reminded again why I rarely go to bars or drink to excess. As always your comments, criticisms, pithy remarks, or other thoughts are welcome.