Praise the Lord and pass the Flavorcrisp Fried Chicken!
I have lived in far west Fort Worth through all the way up to the far north Dallas area here in Plano over about the last 15 years and I have never heard of Babe's. I guess after restaurants start to open again I need to track one down and see how good they are.No, its a restaurant chain in DFW. They do fried chicken and chicken fried steak, family style.
First one was in Roanoke, then in North Richland Hills, new one in Frisco.I have lived in far west Fort Worth through all the way up to the far north Dallas area here in Plano over about the last 15 years and I have never heard of Babe's. I guess after restaurants start to open again I need to track one down and see how good they are.
You are being a bit rough on yourself in regard to your thoughts at the time. If we weren't supposed to respond with abrupt, less-than-pacifist emotions in a fight/flight/freeze situation, we would not have been given adrenal glands.Yesterday Mrs OldChap and I made a run to the local fried chicken eatery to pick up dinner. As usual the line of cars stretched like a long snake around the building - twice.
At the serving window side and front of the restaurant, where patrons exit in their cars from the serving windows, they had placed orange traffic cones to allow a hole in the line of cars waiting to allow those already served to exit. Leaving the hole open for cars to exit was necessary or no one was going anywhere.
So we are waiting patiently in line as the next vehicle to cross the exit hole and continue around to be served, when out of the line behind us comes a yayhoo (that's Texan for the south end of a northbound donkey) in a large 4 wheel drive pickup. He cut around three cars behind us, cut in front of us, and blocked the cars attempting to exit from the serving windows.
I thought..."wow, what a dirtbag" - I confess...I don't think those were my exact words! In any event, here comes a guy out of his car waiting to get out with his food and wife and kids. The dirtbag rolled down his window as the guy, who couldn't have weighed more than 140 pounds soaking wet, nicely asked him to please move so people could exit and get the line moving again. After a few seconds, there came a barrage of profanity from the dirtbag that turned the air green around the area. Very threatening profanity.
Both Mrs OldChap and myself, and several others nearby, distinctly heard the dirtbag threaten to get out and "kill you mother something."
I immediately thought this may be headed south very quickly, and also asked myself why this had to happen when I was near enough, and properly equipped, to stop any nastiness. The guy who got out of the car remained cool, wished the dirtbag a nice day and returned to his car. The dirtbag backed up, looked out the window at Mrs OldChap and I, and shouted more profanity - this time at us. I started wondering how well the 31 rounds of .357 Sig HST's in the Glock 22 were going to work on this idjit. I also prayed he would have a heart attack right then and there and save everybody a lot of trouble - especially me. I know, I feel bad about that particular petition! :embarassed:
In any event, the dirtbag roared off, almost hitting two cars in front of him and off into the parking lot of the HEB. I thanked the good Lord for His watchcare, asked His forgiveness for my thoughts, and we finally got our fried chicken. The manager told us he was glad he didn't have to go out and confront the dirtbag. I told him you have no idea how glad we were too.
'Nuff excitement for one day!
Perhaps, thanks for reminding me that I'm my own worst critic. I reflected on my response and thoughts and frankly, I've faced a number of much more dangerous situations and not had those kind of thoughts. I wonder if we all react more strongly, and think about doing things we wouldn't, had we not been through this pestilence ordeal? Maybe.You are being a bit rough on yourself in regard to your thoughts at the time. If we weren't supposed to respond with abrupt, less-than-pacifist emotions in a fight/flight/freeze situation, we would not have been given adrenal glands.
Fizban, you have said pretty much exactly what I was thinking about this situation as presented here.
I don't see it as even remotely close to draw my weapon time.
It would take an imminent physical threat to me or my family to cause me to consider such action. Someone swearing at me does not meet that threshold.
As for breaking up a fight between two strangers, I'm not a cop and don't consider that my job, even if I (maybe) have the means to do it. I guess I'm selfish but I wouldn't turn my life upside down by inserting myself into that. How do I know whether said dirtbag is also armed? That might quickly change the outcome for someone who decides to get involved.