On Friday afternoons, I travel south to see my girlfriend for the weekend, so a typical Thursday night is spent rushing around taking care of personal business before I depart. Last night was no exception, but it required a stop at the local Mall for some travel supplies and a much needed stop at the ATM.
I got stupid in my haste to get my business done. I had forgotten school's out for the week, so there would be a prevalence of kids and gangbangers at the mall. I didn't pay my usual amount of attention to the bystanders as I approached the ATM.
As the machine handed me my much needed expendable income and receipt, from behind me and to my left I heard a voice behind me say "Yo, I want some of that" in a demanding tone.
I turned to face that direction, assuming a solid semi-defensive stance. When I did so, I observed several of our local bangers all attired in their best "Let's go to the mall dress." Another of these pleasant young gents said, I believe to the first who had spoken, "He gots a big knife" as he pointed to the Spydie Starmate protruding from the ruler pocket in my carpenter jeans.
With that having been said, they turned and walked out the exit, boarding the city bus that was preparing to depart.
Relieved, I thanked God for not having to escalate this situation, for my Starmate, and for the ASP KeyDefender (with OC) that they hadn't seen. I laughed and walked back to my truck, quite a bit more alert to my surroundings as I had been a few short minutes before.
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It's not the pace of life that concerns me, It's the sudden stop at the end.
I got stupid in my haste to get my business done. I had forgotten school's out for the week, so there would be a prevalence of kids and gangbangers at the mall. I didn't pay my usual amount of attention to the bystanders as I approached the ATM.
As the machine handed me my much needed expendable income and receipt, from behind me and to my left I heard a voice behind me say "Yo, I want some of that" in a demanding tone.
I turned to face that direction, assuming a solid semi-defensive stance. When I did so, I observed several of our local bangers all attired in their best "Let's go to the mall dress." Another of these pleasant young gents said, I believe to the first who had spoken, "He gots a big knife" as he pointed to the Spydie Starmate protruding from the ruler pocket in my carpenter jeans.
With that having been said, they turned and walked out the exit, boarding the city bus that was preparing to depart.
Relieved, I thanked God for not having to escalate this situation, for my Starmate, and for the ASP KeyDefender (with OC) that they hadn't seen. I laughed and walked back to my truck, quite a bit more alert to my surroundings as I had been a few short minutes before.
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It's not the pace of life that concerns me, It's the sudden stop at the end.