I had a "spidey sense" moment not too long ago that I thought I would share. I was coming back from the gym and stopped to get gas at a station in my neighborhood (maybe 8 or 9 o'clock at night). Now, I live in a relatively good neighborhood with two police stations at most three blocks from my front door. That being said, it didn't stop two bank robbers from walking into a Randalls Supermarket and rob the Wells Fargo inside at 10 am in the morning, one brandishing an assault rifle and the other a pistol. Someone in the store made a move that spooked the robbers and they actually fired a few shots within the store. But that's another story....
So, I pull up to the station (in front of the Randalls that got robbed months before), and park next to a pump. I have my Kel tec 380-AT in the pocket of the car door. My attention is immediately grabbed by the dumbsh#t gassing up his hood-mobile. He has the engine still running, THUMP THUMP THUMPIDDY of his bass speakers rattling his entire vehicle, and he is smoking a swisher cigar next to the gas tank of his 88 cutlass .
I pump my gas and go into the store, leaving my gun in the car because my track pants are really light material. I walk into the store and see that the moron is also in the store but he is standing at the back of the counter chatting up the lady that works the register. It struck me weird that he was back there. Not only that, there is this skin head looking thug in front of the counter and he has both his hands obscured from view with his jacket folded over his arms. Now, the first thing going through my mind is, robbery. The skin headed thug (maybe a 110 lbs soaking wet) says that I can go ahead of him, but I can't see what he's got in his hands.
I put my drink on the counter, keeping my strong side to the skin head kid, but really putting my focus on the employee lady for any signs of distress. I even ask her, "are you doing okay?". She appears completely at ease, laughing with the swisher smoking dumbsh#t. She responds that everything is alright and rings up my purchases, telling me to have a nice night. So, I make my way to the door, looking over my shoulder to see if I can make out what the skin head has under his jacket. Glancing back, I see him reveal what he is holding on to...two bottles of Zima....he's a real gangster.
So, first and foremost, I had left my gun in the car. Mistake? Definitely. Although I know a concealed carry permit doesn't allow me to play policeman and try to foil a robbery, I'd rather have my gun and not need it then need it and not have it. After all, if it had been a robbery, what's to keep the robbers from taking me and the employee to the back room and dispatching us with shots behind the ear. Although I would have fought it, I'd rather have the advantage of being armed.
Second, I was very aware of the situation, really believing that a robbery was gonna take place after I left the store. So I was really trying to read the situation in case I needed to alert the authorities.
Third, I left my gun in the car
Everything was fine, but there are some definite lessons here that I can learn from.