The ONE time I left without my gun.
Well, we all hear of the "You can't plan a disaster" phrase. Well tonight it nearly turned out that way! I don't have my CCW yet, but I always bring my pistol with me in my car. I park my car to where if I need it, I can get back to to it quickly and I always keep my key in hand.
Well about 1 AM, I rode down to the local hole in the wall gas station. I live in a rather crummy area full of scum, child molesters and hicks with complete disregard for the law. Well I pull up, and there's a truck next to me with a bunch of "good ol boys" in it. They had the doors open and were all listening to music and lounging around. One was outside leaning against the wall, they were all eyeballing me. I walked by and politely said "Good morning." The one against the wall got in my personal space and I could smell the alcohol. He was also holding a Coca-Cola bottle that appeared to have something other than Coke in it. He started shouting obscenities, and thats normally when I would have gone back to my car and tried to leave. Well, tonight is the ONE night I didn't bring my pistol. It has some problems that I discovered earlier today and I don't trust it. It still fires, and it would have been better than nothing in retrospect. There were other people at this gas station so I made my way inside since the door was closer. He didn't follow me inside and I told the clerk. The clerk basically acted like she didn't care, and said they'd been trying to start fights all night long! Well, God was on my side tonight and my friend happened to be there. He was packing and has plenty more where that came from in his truck. He walked me over to my van so I could leave, as they were trying to pick fights with him too, he hopped in my van and I drove him across the lot to his truck to avoid walking past them again. We both left and called the police, so I hope they showed up and arrested them.
Thankfully no weapons were needed, but if my friend wasn't there, I would've been in some trouble. No phone, no weapon, a clerk that didn't care, and I had to walk right past them again to get to my car. It was one of those times where you can just feel something bad was about to happen, and I'm a small guy, 140 lbs and 5' 7". These guys were huge.
DON'T LEAVE WITHOUT YOUR WEAPON, I NEVER WILL AGAIN!