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Last week, while driving in an unfamiliar and somewhat seedy part of town, it occurred to me, if subjected to an attempted car jack or assault of some kind, I would be unprepared because my La Griffe was around my neck and under my shirt and jacket and my Voyager was in my back pocket, beside my wallet. My butt, by the way was strapped in by the seat belt. Therefore, a "quick" extraction of the Voyager would have taken at least ten seconds. Upon reflection, I decided there was little point to carrying a defensive knife, if it was going to be unavailable at a time of need. I decided to take corrective action by keeping the Voyager on the seat next to me while driving.
Yesterday morning, I had two appointments with clients at their homes and then some personal insurance business to attend to. I had never been to the insurance agency before, though I knew approximately where it was. As I entered the appropriate neighborhood, I decided I would call the agency on my cell phone to determine their exact location rather than employ my usual practice of wandering around until nearly out of gas before seeking directions. I pulled into a covenience store parking lot to look up the phone number and make the call. As soon as my car came to a stop I was approached by six members of a different racial group who had been standing around the parking lot talking. One came to the window on the drivers side and asked what I wanted in a challenging, confrontational way. Several oof the others just glared at me. The drivers door was unlocked so I quickly flipped the switch to lock it. I really had no witty retort prepared so I simply explained I wanted nothing and just pulled in to make a phone call. That seemed to satisfy him and he sneered at me and they walked away. As they walked away two or three continued to glare at me in a menacing way. When they got back to where they had been staning they all looked at me and laughed. I made my call and left.
I told a co-worker about this exchange and he suggested I had probably stumbled into a drug dealer's retail outlet and these characters assumed I wanted to make a buy. I tend to think it was more racially motivated, given the hostile attitude. In any event, I will never know what lead to this brief exchange, but I wonder if the sight of my Voyager on the seat beside me saved me a beating or worse. I do know the Voyager gave me little comfort at the time. Is this a great world or what?
[This message has been edited by Willie Boy (edited 12-21-2000).]
Yesterday morning, I had two appointments with clients at their homes and then some personal insurance business to attend to. I had never been to the insurance agency before, though I knew approximately where it was. As I entered the appropriate neighborhood, I decided I would call the agency on my cell phone to determine their exact location rather than employ my usual practice of wandering around until nearly out of gas before seeking directions. I pulled into a covenience store parking lot to look up the phone number and make the call. As soon as my car came to a stop I was approached by six members of a different racial group who had been standing around the parking lot talking. One came to the window on the drivers side and asked what I wanted in a challenging, confrontational way. Several oof the others just glared at me. The drivers door was unlocked so I quickly flipped the switch to lock it. I really had no witty retort prepared so I simply explained I wanted nothing and just pulled in to make a phone call. That seemed to satisfy him and he sneered at me and they walked away. As they walked away two or three continued to glare at me in a menacing way. When they got back to where they had been staning they all looked at me and laughed. I made my call and left.
I told a co-worker about this exchange and he suggested I had probably stumbled into a drug dealer's retail outlet and these characters assumed I wanted to make a buy. I tend to think it was more racially motivated, given the hostile attitude. In any event, I will never know what lead to this brief exchange, but I wonder if the sight of my Voyager on the seat beside me saved me a beating or worse. I do know the Voyager gave me little comfort at the time. Is this a great world or what?
[This message has been edited by Willie Boy (edited 12-21-2000).]