At one time I worked in an office building in an area where there was a lot of city owned low income housing. The area had gone for commercial/office to high crime/slum in the space of 5 years.
Leaving work after dark one night, I was approached by a black man with his right hand behind his back. He asked for a cigarette. In Connecticut, "Hey buddy! Got a smoke?" is street slang for "I'm gonna rob you, ******."
I decided to see just how bad the guy wanted a smoke. I unzipped my leather jacket and reached for the pack of smokes right behind the grips of the .44 mag revolver in my shoulder harness. He turned and ran and I saw the knife he'd had hidden.
The second incident was when my wife was pregnant with our first child.
The landlord's handy man thought she was free for the taking and as I got home, he was trying to break down my front door. I took the shotgun from my wife, slid 5 more rounds into the magazine and told the drunk at the door that I was going to open the door, but if he stepped through it, he was a dead man.
The last incident happened 3 weeks ago. About midnight, I was working security at my bar when a heavily muscled man, about 5'7" and 225 came in via taxi. The driver had a Coke and left.
The young man became abusive to customers including a gay 84 year old, quite harmless regular.
I politely asked him to please treat my customers with respect. He stood up with a wild look on his face and asked me to settle this outside.
As he stood, a pint of whiskey fell out of his back pocket. THAT is my liquor license we're talking about there. I ordered him out, again, fairly low volume fairly polite.
He started moving towards the access point to the service side of the bar where my female bartender was and I moved to my right to block his path. I glanced down for the baseball bat kept it the corner and saw it was blocked by 2 pool cue cases.
This time, I said in a loud voice, "Get the **** out of my bar!"
He reached back with his right hand and started for me. I drew my weapon and held it pointed at his chest. His hand came back into view and thankfully, it was empty.
It seems that the cab driver who had brought him to Doc's had told him to leave the big assed knife in the cab.
The guy, after me backing him up at gun point eventually left but tried to get back in. My bartender called the police who arrived in about 90 seconds. They charged him guns drawn shouting, Get on the ground!
Again the fool reached behind himself and again, he came up empty. He was cuffed after a struggle and arrested for public intoxication and felony resisting arrest.
About a week ago, the cabbie stopped by for a coke and left me the knife he had taken from the guy.
The cabbie, next time he comes in off duty, drinks on my tab all night.
He saved a man's life twice in one night.
This is the knife and yes that is a quarter on the blade