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Originally posted by bwind22
Well, I never got molested or anything, but I did have a gun pulled on me by a... (Searches for politically correct way to say this.)... considerably less than happy African American.
Here's the situation...
I was 19 and on my way to my buddy's house on the Eastside of St. Paul. (The eastside is a ghetto, for those that don't know.) So I'm walking up the steps to my friends and this one homeboy comes across the street and starts asking me if I'm looking for weed. Coincidently, I was. He said he could get some, right across the street, so I followed him to this apartment complex. We went up three floors and he knocked on a door.
When the door opened, I see this MASSIVE brotha. Seriously, this guy was HUGE! Bigger than most pro football players. Anyways, I see this big dude along with a cracked out, passed out white girl laying on the couch. The next thing I noticed was a silver handgun laying on his coffee table. He let us in and shut the door. For that split second that we were in the doorway, he seemed nice enough...
Once the door shut, his vibe changed drastically. For a reason unbeknownest to me, this big dude was furious at the little dude that I showed up with. (Keep in mind, I had never met this guy before he approached me while I was walking up the steps to my buddies house.) The big dude was screaming at the little dude in an extremely threatening manner. (The thought crossed my mind to make a break for the door, but fear and the desire for weed kept me there.)
Then the big dude decided to focus his attention on me. He yelled at me and asked how much money I had on me. I told him I had $50 bucks, I just wanted a bag, and I didn't even know this other fool. He then went over to his coffee table, grabbed his gun and pointed it at me, instructing me to open my wallet. I did. He reached in and took my $50 out and then said "This n*gger owes me $600 and I've killed motherfuckers for less than that!"
At this point, I wasn't sure if I was being robbed or buying a bag, so I remained quiet. He proceeded to yell at/threaten the dude I was with a little bit more, making sure that he knew he wasn't fuckin' around about wanting his money. Then he opened the door and told us to get the fuck out.
I never did get my bag.
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That sucks! I would have peed. Seriously. I think I've said before that if I was ever a victim on "Scare Tactics", I would be hilarious to watch.
That reminds of the time I was robbed at gunpoint. Actually, I wasn't personally robbed. My coworker was. I was in the back office with a friend, chatting. We had to chat back there, because that was only place we were allowed to smoke. Anyway, we're smoking and chatting and I hear someone say: "I'm not fuckin' kidding" over the security system. I glance over my shoulder at the security monitor to see a guy in a ski mask pointing a handgun at my co-worker, and my co-worker emptying out my cash drawer.
I turned to my friend and said: "Holy shit, we're getting robbed."
"What?"
"We're getting robbed!" My friend then glanced at the monitor himself, and a look of pure fear came over his face. He lowered his head so that it couldn't be seen through the glass separating the office from the front counter.
I whispered to my friend to shut the door, in case the robber decided to take my coworker back to the back and put a bullet in him. If he did that, he would see us as well if we left the door open. But, my friend refused to move, and I couldn't get to the door because he was blocking my way.
I reached for the phone to dial 911, but my friend stopped me, reasoning that if we make a sound or move at all, it will alert the robber to our presence. So, as soon as the thief left, I made the call.
Thankfully, nobody was hurt. But, after the incident, the other employees who were not working that night began to give me shit about not doing anything to stop the robber. These few days (following the robbery) were bullshit. I tried to tell them time and again that popping out of the back office to confront a guy who is already scared and armed, would have been far from wise. Besides, what did they want me to do? Throw a pencil at him?
I don't know anybody who would have tried to stop the guy if they were actually in my situation. Anybody. And if anybody says they would, they would be pretty stupid. They would have just ended up getting themselves shot.