Three guys come in. Exchange repeated glances in my direction and whispered words among each other. They split up and try to non-chalantly circle around me, looking like they’re completely innocent. Then while one guy gets in my face over something minor, I glance around and see one of them approaching me very close from my 5 o’clock position, looking directly at my gun, with a look on his face that tells me he’s alert and focused on me and that gun.
I turn to put him at my 3 and put my hand on my gun, whereby his hand comes up and “innocently” brushes his hair as he suddenly turns and walks away. A sure sign, if you can read body language, that he was caught reaching for something.
You make the call. Paranoia, or incident averted?
The incident in the county jail elevator (funny as hell):
We picked up from the property room at the local county jail. A major metropolitan county jail in downtown. Across the street is City Hall. A block south of that is the County Government Center. A block north of City Hall is the Federal Court House. Two blocks east is Juvenile Court. More cops per square inch than anywhere you can think of.
While I’m at the window conducting business, prisoners who are being released come out a door 10 feet from me in my 4 o’clock position and ride up the same elevator, about 8’ in my 9 o’clock position. Now this is the slowest elevator on Earth, because it’s not actually an elevator, but a hydrolic lift. What genius made that decision is not for this discussion. There is a very large, oversized security camera in the elevator, which has doors on both sides. You enter on one side in the basement, exit on the other side on the ground floor. Given that I was riding up with released prisoners, I always positioned myself directly in front of the camera.
One day this large man is released and gets on the elevator with me. At least 6’4", about 300 pounds, could have been a football linebacker. Looking very angry, he looks me in the face, then down at my gun, then at my bag. Steps 3-6" closer. Repeat process several more times: Face, Gun, Bag, Step. When he’s about 18" from me, he straightens up and takes a breath and gets a look on his face. I know action is going to follow in a split second, so I turn to him, look him straight in the eye, give him a great big smile, point casually up at the camera and say with a laugh "So how far do you think you’ll get?
He looks shocked, looks up at the camera, instantly takes a large step away from me, looks at the floor and folds his hands in front of himself, chastised.
Damn, that was funny.