I wonder, if riots broke out in a Texas city, would store windows be broken and stores looted.
He began walkin in our direction. I beeped the truck open, the girls hopped in. As I opened my door and started to slip in, I opened the center console, shook off the holster of my .38 snub.
Sat in the drivers seat, put the pistol in my lap, turned to pull my door closed and there he was, standing just on the other side of the glass.
He'd come around the back side of the truck, kinda in my blind spot. He said something, but I didn't understand what he said.
I said, “BACK UP”. He mouthed something else. I began raising Bertha and said again, “BACK UP”.
Guess what? This young black male understood exactly what was being asked of him.
Lucky for him....third times a charm!
A panhandler walked up to me in a convenience store parking lot and asked for some money for food. I said “I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll take you to an AA meeting then buy you something to eat afterwards.”
He said “F... you!” and walked away.