Never again....
Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 5:54 am
Never again will I be eating at Aunt "C's". I was a couple of weeks ago when a friend and I decided to go eat around 11:30PM. Denny's didn't sound so hot so we decided on Aunt C's. We walk into the place and are immediately stared down by almost every other hungry customer. My friend and I were conversing amongst ourselves when a certain inebriated individual sitting behind me felt it was an absolute necessity for her to explain to my friend and I of how inappropriate it to talk about her and her boyfriend in such a demeaning manor. NOTE: THERE WASN'T A SINGLE WORD SAID ABOUT ANYTHING PERTAINING TO ANYBODY IN THE ESTABLISHMENT. Not even realizing there were guests behind me, I turned around to see what this person may be talking about when my friend blurted out that we weren't talking about them. She stood up out of her chair and started cussing us out at a volume seemingly for the entire city to hear. Only wanting to deescalate the matter the waitresses asked us to leave as we have not even received our menus yet. My friend walked outside first as I was still trying to apologize for any inconvenience we may have been responsible for. I see outside through the windows that my friend is entangled with some older fellow on the ground in the parking lot. It happened to be another inebriated customer deciding to take matters into his own hands. I separated the two by pulling my friend from under this fellow and made it clear we are leaving. Somehow this fellow's companions deemed that we had in fact beat him up. A table of five combatant individuals are hastily gaining ground on us with fists drawn as my friend and I are saying that we are leaving and don't want trouble and that this misunderstanding is getting only more misunderstood by the second. They closed ground within about twelve feet so I pulled my XD-40 subcompact and racked a hollow in. Letting them know we will be leaving unharmed.
We leave the parking lot on the way home for a sandwich that will taste better than it ever has. We are tailed by a wrecker almost IMMEDIATELY. I, thinking that the wrecker could be the individuals that we had just encountered, made some evasive maneuvers and evaded the tailing wrecker.
We are met at a red light about 3 miles down the road by about 7 police cars from all directions. We are not so politely asked to get out of the vehicle and get on the ground. I immediately told them that there is an unloaded pistol in the center console and that I am a CHL holder. My friend and I are cuffed, searched, and placed in separate cars. TOO LONG OF A STORY SHORT: We are questioned separately. We both had the same story. Neither one of us had the opportunity to tell the full story to the any of the multiple interrogators. We were both hauled back to where it all started and sat in the car while everyone but the combatant individuals who had fled the scene where questioned.
The cops continuously asked us why we didn't call them. Why did you take off? etc etc etc. Many of the cops decided to take us to jail and forget about it except one or two. The called the District Attorney's up (or assistant DA's probably) and they wouldn't take any charges.
WE GOT LUCKY FOR SOMETHING THAT WE SHOULDN'T HAVE NEEDED LUCK FOR IN THE FIRST PLACE.
MORAL: IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED TO PULL IT OUT, LET THE AUTHORITIES KNOW. DON'T GO TO AUN'T "C's"
We leave the parking lot on the way home for a sandwich that will taste better than it ever has. We are tailed by a wrecker almost IMMEDIATELY. I, thinking that the wrecker could be the individuals that we had just encountered, made some evasive maneuvers and evaded the tailing wrecker.
We are met at a red light about 3 miles down the road by about 7 police cars from all directions. We are not so politely asked to get out of the vehicle and get on the ground. I immediately told them that there is an unloaded pistol in the center console and that I am a CHL holder. My friend and I are cuffed, searched, and placed in separate cars. TOO LONG OF A STORY SHORT: We are questioned separately. We both had the same story. Neither one of us had the opportunity to tell the full story to the any of the multiple interrogators. We were both hauled back to where it all started and sat in the car while everyone but the combatant individuals who had fled the scene where questioned.
The cops continuously asked us why we didn't call them. Why did you take off? etc etc etc. Many of the cops decided to take us to jail and forget about it except one or two. The called the District Attorney's up (or assistant DA's probably) and they wouldn't take any charges.
WE GOT LUCKY FOR SOMETHING THAT WE SHOULDN'T HAVE NEEDED LUCK FOR IN THE FIRST PLACE.
MORAL: IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED TO PULL IT OUT, LET THE AUTHORITIES KNOW. DON'T GO TO AUN'T "C's"