She confronted me in a dark parking lot light by a few hazy lights in North Las Vegas. I was picking up some dinner "to go" late at night at a great BBQ joint that is in a neighborhood which has sadly gone down hill over the last few years. She asked if I could help her get on welfare, babbling a bit, while walking towards me.
I began to offer to buy her a sandwich and give her an MRE as charity. Drug abuse is a problem in North Las Vegas and I don't feel good giving junkies money. When she was about two parking spots away, I noticed she had her hand on a folding knife in her front right pocket.
My training kicked in; I bladed away from her, put my hand on the butt of my semiautomatic pistol with 15 round standard capacity magazine, and ordered her to "STOP RIGHT THERE." She sputtered, her eyes got wide, and she left quickly. She had brought a knife to a gun fight.
I reported the incident to a law enforcement officer at a checkpoint about a quarter mile away, and he was uninterested. No report was ever taken and she still needs help, I guess. I got to go home safely to my family because I had my defensive sidearm and nobody was hurt.
Share your stories. Sure, maybe Dianne Feinstein will print out the pro-gun stories to use as TP -- but more likely, they're being read by bright-eyed bushy-tailed underpaid DC interns. You might get through to a few. They are email-address harvesting to I'd use a a "spam email."