PostShooter wrote:I had just gotten a job in Longview, TX and was looking for a place to live. On my first night in town, my GF and I stayed at a Holiday Inn along I-20, not realizing it was not a nice part of town. We were trying to settle into the room. Trying, because a group of VERY loud folks were making a lot of noise, yelling, cussing, etc. at 11 pm right outside our door. Finally, some idiot didn't knock, but POUNDS, on my room door, yelling to let them in, or else. I looked at my GF and said "Enough is enough." I walked over to my bag and pulled out my Colt .45 auto and walked over to the door. I stood to the side of the door in case they fired through and racked the slide as loud as I could, yelling out in my best 6'5", 250 lbs voice: "Watchu want!!!." I never heard another peep out of that crowd the rest of the night.
My brother was driving to visit his GF at A&M from Houston when a car-load of yahoos starts messing with him. They must have noticed he was picking his nose and started out with the usual finger up the nose crap. Digging around. Then it went to pulling in front of him and slowing down to a pretty slow speed. Then swerving at him. Rolling down the window and cussing him out. He reached under his seat and grabbed his unloaded Colt Python and started scratching his nose with the blade sight on the end of the barrel. They must have needed to go to the bathroom, cause they jammed on the brakes and hit the first exit they came to.
I have no idea if either situation was legal or not. All I know is sometimes a little taste is all it takes to calm a situation down.
I used to stay there every other week or so in the mid nineties. There were several regular guests and some of us become friends from hanging out in the bar. There was one guy who stayed somewhat to himself and didnt often join in our social pursuits. He was a little quirky but seemed ok, though we sometimes joked that he reminded us of a sniper as he always seemed to prefer to sit back and observe.
About 9:30 one evening I was walking to my room down the outside breezeway that bordered the patio/pool/garden. Suddenly "the sniper guy" stepped from the shadows where he had been lurking and loudly whispered through his giggles, "hey, psst, come here, hurry, hurry! He caught me by surprised and as I hesitated he grab my arm and pull me into the bushes and turned me in the direction of a window. By looking between the gap of the wall and the drapes you could see a full length mirror, and in the reflection of that mirror revealed a totally unclothed lady blow drying and fiercely brushing her hair. (stop for a moment and consider the visual here)
I cracked up laughing and said, "you pervert, how long have you been lurking here?" He said
"not long, ONLY about 45 MINUTES.....& Im notta perv"
Please, no questions.
Sorry to have hijacked the thread, but this was too good not to share.