Almost. Today.
I was meeting a carpet cleaning company to have some work done at a condo my wife an I own. We moved out because of the punk/thug that lives with his mother in the unit above ours. We had to have the police out 9 times over the course of 18 months because of him. He's in his 30's, no job, etc. You get the picture.
Wife was concerned that I might eventually get into a physical altercation with him, and she didn't want me going to jail.
As I turned the corner onto our street I could see the carpet cleaners truck sitting in front of the door to the building, and the upstairs guys vehicle was next to it - driverside door to driverside door and they were talking. He was blocking the thruway and preventing me from geting to a parking space. Later I found out that the knucklehead was telling him that he couldn't park there. With the hoses and things that he needed to pull in from his truck this was the ONLY place for him to access the building and there was NO REASON he couldn't park there. I blew my horn once, letting him know I was there and needed to get by. He waited a bit more and then VERY SLOWLY moved his vehicle and parked. I parked three spaces over from him and got out of my car. He exited his car and was about 20 feet to my left when he says - "were you blowing at me?" I just looked at him and kept going. He then starts spouting off a profanity laced tirade about me, my car, and what he would do to me. I told him he needed to shut up. To which he responded, "Yeah, well I notice you didn't stop walking, good cause I'll blah blah blah".
By now I had turned the corner from being behind the cleaners truck and am beside it...and the carpet cleaning guy is right there. I handed him my cup of coffee and asked him to hold it. Then I turned to face this dude head on with my hands empty. He screeches to a halt about 10 feet from me and I'm looking at him with my "You've been talking trash...show me what you got' look. Then he slowly moved his right hand inside the left side of his jacket...seeing this I took a firm grip on my glock 23 that I was carrying at 4:00. Without drawing back his hand at all he says "I'll take this Dessert Eagle and shove it up your ___". By now I had already made the decision that if that hand moves an inch it's draw, drop elbow and shoot while pushing out. Some might say that I would have been justified in shooting just based on the threat made and the movement of the hand as though drawing a gun. You might be right. But when he said "Dessert Eagle" I think something in my brain said he is bluffing because he could not have concealed that gun as he was dressed without it being obvious. At this point he began mouthing off again, while moving toward the front door. I don't recall if he removed his hand from the jacket or not (that's a little fuzzy in my memory) but I definitelly didn't take my hand off the glock until he was inside the door and it had close shut.
I called the police who dispatched two cars, and while waiting for them I got the carpet guy inside and working, all the while keeping the door to their unit and the stairway in my peripheral vision. When the police arrived they were told he wasn't home, and in spite of his car being parked there and being offered the opportunity to search the unit, they did not.
After the sister drove off in his car, the police left, and I went back inside to pay the carpet cleaner, I came out to find that "someone" had egged the front windshield of my car! I took pictures and headed to the police department to file an incident report. I want EVERYTHING on record.
My friend, a county sheriff, told me that if it were him he would have closed the distance, told this thug he was tired of the threats and harassement...and whipped his butt right there. I told him that very thought has crossed my mind but I don't want anyone to be able to say that I escallated the situation. Next time though, all bets are off.
We hear people talk about the adrenalin dump that occurs at moments like this. It took about 3 hours for it to disipate, and even typing this now I feel a little amped up.