“Anyone who refuses gets the side of his car keyed with the metal frame of the squeegee.”
That’s a new one to me. The ones I’ve seen (admittedly only a couple in my life), threw their bucket of filthy water on the windshield if they didn’t get some spare change. Nasty, but less serious than a key job.
As for the prof’s argument - bleah. So much nonsense in that notion (they only do it to earn a living), I wouldn’t know where to begin.
In NYC they were called “squeegee monkeys” until the PC police stopped that; then Rudy Giuliani got rid of them anyway...
I was in a car where the driver simply stopped a few hundred yards from the red light and simply waited until it was green; much less confrontational.
I carry...every day.
This is NOT a defensive shooting situation. To even threaten someone with a hand gesture could cost me my permit.
It's more of an insurance claim situation.
I am a woman who had a squeegee encounter of my own several years ago in Baltimore. I was stuck at a light on a late afternoon in summer. I shook my head as the fat kid dipped his squeegee in the bucket and approached my car.
He shrugged and laid the squeegee on the windshield of my little Geo Storm anyway. The streak of water rolling down the glass looked as if it had come out of a mud puddle.
I had the windows up, but I bellowed, “Get away from my car!”, and he did step back, fortunately. If he had not, I was prepared to gun through the red light.
These days, I am sure such thugs are emboldened, and I would get the Reginald Denny treatment. But I do not drive in Baltimore City anymore.
I knew one individual who came up with a great solution to the squeegee people. Since he rarely used his windshield washer, he asked his mechanic to replace the dual heal with a single spray, and point it to the left side of the car.
Thus, whenever a squeegee guy approached him, he would give him a long squirt of dollar store perfume. “Eau de Stench”, he called it. He said you then had to leave promptly, because their first reaction would be to kick your car.
I prefer the .410 Dragon's Breath for the carjackers. Nothing focuses the mind like being on fire. Collateral damage also appears minimal.
Occasionally, in the 70’s, I drove into NYC. I found it worthwhile to pay the guy a buck, and instruct him to ‘go away’. Extortion, for sure, but back then, it was a scary place.