Got this from one of the forums I frequent. All in all I think the guy did okay with how he dealt with the situation.
10 different people in same situation would have had 10 different ways they handled it.
I probably would have used different verbal skills than he did - but still think he did okay.
What do you think? His story follows:
Let me set the stage here, then tell you how the whole thing went down, then I will swiftly move to lessons learned.
My wife, two kids, and I had traveled to an unfamiliar area for an event of the weekend. On the way home we stopped for a late dinner. Well, something apparently didn't agree with my wife because on the highway on the way home she stated she needed to make a "bio - stop"….. urgently. I punched into the navigation "Find point of interest near me- Gas Station". Found one off the next ramp and .5 miles down the road. I pulled in at the front and the wife beat a hasty path for the restroom inside. Kids are in the back seat watching a movie. Windows are tinted in the rear.
I take note as a truck pulls up on my passenger side with two occupants. The passenger gets out and walks around the front and starts to come down between the two of us parked there. Gets about halfway down the fender and says "Oh, S&%t! You have kids in there" as he can now see through to the back from the windshield. He looks at me and says that he and his friend need $20 for gas. I yell back through the closed window that I can't help him. He motions the "Wait one minute" finger and starts around my hood toward the driver side. I immediately step out of my car and shut my door, take a big step to my left and a little forward so I can see the driver of the other car as well as this now approaching individual. As he gets to the corner of my car and within 5 or 7 feet of me, I put my hand up and clearly stated "STOP". He did so. He said they just needed $20. I said again that I could not help him. He moved to take a step forward saying something about they needed money. I placed my thumb up under my shirt and over the top of my Glock 22 that was IWB. The guy immediately took notice of my new posture. I informed him that if he took one more step toward me that I was going to defend myself and kids. He froze for a second, evaluated me and the situation, looked at his buddy, and said "Hey man, I am sorry, we just needed some cash for gas, I'll go look elsewhere." He made a wide circle around me and walked off to a different parking lot that was next door.
I stepped to the front of my car and placed my back against the store wall so I could see my kids in the car (who were freaking out) as well as be between the other car and my wife if she came out the door. The driver of the car made one final plea for the $20. I stated that if he got out of his car I would consider it an additional threat. He stayed in his car and after a moment drove off to find his buddy. My wife came out of the store in somewhat of a panic as my daughter was texting her the whole time. She and I got in the car and got out of there. Enter: Adrenaline dump.
Number one, I am sure many of you have noticed by now no mention of me calling the cops. The thought never entered my mind. Not sure why. Recalling the story now, I have little memory of what either guy looked like and can barely remember even a loose description on the truck.
Secondly, I gave no instructions to my kids. I should have told them to lock the door when I got out, or call the cops, or stay in the car.
Third, never get off a highway late at night in unfamiliar territory.
Finally, I will note that for years my wife has questioned my desired to carry a concealed weapon. She has called it "paranoid", "inappropriate", even "embarrassing" and "macho". Similar sentiments have been echoed by her mother. During these years I have quietly gone about my business, discretely carrying whatever pistol I might have owned at the time, enduring the comments, simply stating to them both that while the world they live in is peaceful and beautiful, it is fictitious. The real world contains people that will harm you or worse for $20 and that every night when I lay my head down on my pillow I thank God that I have had to put up with these comments, that I have never had to prove them wrong, for it is not an "I told you so" I am interested in. I didn't have to say it, in fact I never thought it. Both seem to understand that things could have turned out worse and both appreciate the fact that I was able to protect our kids and get everyone home OK. I won't say they support my way of thinking, but I certainly think they see my point of view.