Well, today my Mom and I were heading out to pick up a bale of hay a few miles down the road. A couple minutes after I get on the highway a van with California plates and a broken window pulls in front of me, slams on his brakes, and starts waiving his hands out the window. I was going to just pass him and continue on my way, but decided he might have a legitimate problem, so I pulled off behind him.
He immediately gets out of the van and starts screaming about how I broke his window. He claims that while he was passing me, a chunk of mud flew off my truck and shattered his side window. I told him that I would be glad to take a look and see if we couldn't get it straightened out. I got out and checked my truck, no obvious signs of missing mud (it's so muddy I'd notice a chunk missing). So I went and looked at his window and the glass was in a pile below the window, not scattered throughout the vehicle like it should've been. About that time my Mom had come over and made a comment about not seeing any mud chunks in the vehicle and he went nuts. Yelling and screaming about how he was broke and had back problems and wasn't going to be able to pay for that kind of thing. My Mom decided it was a good idea to yell back at the guy (not quite as calm about that kind of thing as she used to be), so I told her she needed to just go back to the truck and I would handle it. She just gave me the "look". lol. Anyways, throughout his whole spiel he slipped and said he didn't have insurance, which is a nice little ticket in MT, and his vehicle would've been impounded and he probably would've been arrested, since he was an out-of-stater. So when he threatened to call the cops, I said, "Go ahead, I'll go wait in my truck and they can sort it out." His attitude made a 180 degree turn. He started apologizing and saying that if we gave him our phone number we could sort it out later over the phone. So I gave him my insurance info and told him that if he could get them to pay it, more power to him, but I doubt they will.
It turned out OK, but there was a point I thought I was going to have to lay this guy out on the side of the highway. The way he was acting I really had no idea what kind of weapons he might have on him, and judging by his reaction when I told him to call the cops, he might even have warrants out for him or something. I come to find out later that my Mom saw a shoebox full of cash in the back of his van, which is a bit odd to begin with, but especially since he screamed so much about being a broke cripple. Just too many things wrong for me to believe this was a legit deal.
Anyway, I wasn't armed at the time (still got a couple weeks on my CWP), and it could have easily gone another way had he persisted. I think I handled it OK. I never raised my voice and I kept telling him he needed to calm down before I was going to deal with it. How would you guys have handled it while carrying?