Bystanders 'makes' me, saves me trouble with drunk, police
This weekend, I drive a friend to a club. When we get there, in my truck I take off my 1911, C-TAC, wrap it in a shirt, put it in my toolbox and lock it.
A few minutes before last call, I decide to leave the club and sit and watch people in the parking lot and wait on my friend. I go to my truck, unlock the box, pull out the wrapped up pistol, get in my truck, rearm at 2:30, and tuck in my shirt over the gun. I drive a few rows over, closer to the door. Then I get out and sit on the front bumper of my truck.
Shortly, a stumbler and his girlfriend walk out and as they get to me, he starts yelling at me, telling me to get of the truck because he knows its not my truck. I calmly tell him that it is my truck. Then he claims the truck and threatens bodily harm. I begin to ignore him, but keep an eye on him, which he does not appreciate, keeps yelling obscenities, threats. His girlfriend finally coaxes him out of sight.
I keep 'situationally aware' and notice that he is coming back towards my 8:00. He notes that I am looking at him again and restarts his cussing and threatening. He gets 50 feet from me and a guy on the drunk's other side rolls down his window and nonchalantly says "He's got a weapon."
The drunk turns around, pauses, and announces that he has two weapons, lifts his shirt to expose his waistband, does a spin apparently to show that he is unarmed, then holds up his fists. He continues his approach and I stand, assume blading, defensive posture and prepare for Tomoe Nage (yes, I've successfully used it in the street against a drunk before).
He stops just out of reach of me and keeps yelling. The guy that called me out pipes up "I'm telling you, he's got a weapon." The drunk stops yelling, looks over his shoulder at the guy, sticks out his hand and says he doesn't want any trouble. Naturally, I don't trust him and I lie "Nothing personal, but I don't shake hands." He yells another obscenity, turns and walks away, not to be seen again.
The guy that told the drunk that I had a weapon seemed to have saved me the trouble of having to physically deal with this guy, risk getting hurt, cuffed, or losing/having to use my weapon. I don't know how he knew I had a gun, but for once, I'm glad somebody did.