Maybe it is just you LOL.
Pick up any Skittles on your way?Quote:
Encounter with a rabid Neighborhood Patrol
I went for my run last night at 10PM. Was wearing running shorts and shirt with reflective tape, hydration belt, and of course had my earphones in.
When you start breaking the law to stop the BG you then become the BG. Infringing upon peoples freedom only leads to you ultimately loosing yours. I swear people need to get a clue about what it is they are doing. It would be smart to train, become knowledgeable of current laws and licensed to carry if you're going to be a neighborhood watch member. Key word is Watch. Leave LE to LEOs.
Stupidity kills...just not near enough.
The mentality of some Neighbourhood Watch Groups is whacked out. Some of them are wanna be LEO's and since they don't have what it takes to be one, they resort to the alternative of Outside Mall Ninja types.
It is painfully obvious you are out running, hence the "dressed for the occasion" attire. Maybe these two brain surgeons failed to figure that one out and just decided to flex their muscle and insist you "respect their authority." Some day they are going to confront the wrong person and get tapped center mass with a large caliber pistol, even if they do have the magnetic automobile thing prominently displayed.
Unless you became a threat, they needed to stay in place and be a watch group, not one of action.
Man i run with my rig and im still jumpy from my 3 tours...intersections freak me out so i run in the country. If a van cut me off it would be bad news for them.
This could have been prevented had you been wearing your concealed carry badge.
Awkward silence follows...
Next time run with the wife. I want to hear about, how she sprayed these idiots down.......
According to the LEO, you mouthing a name would avoid trouble? Far more true, two unnamed/unknown persons who aren't LEO can avoid trouble if they don't seek it via in-your-face contact.
Neighborhood Watch watcher = WATCHER, not reserve or wannabe LEO.
I'm with you: with such aggressive, in-your-face tactics, they're lucky they don't end up sprayed, shot or dead. I'd be steamed, too.
"No brains left." That's about right.