Last year, a friend and I were on our way home from a BBQ when I asked him to stop at the Valero down the street from my house so I could buy a soda. Theres 5 liquor stores within a half mile from where we were, i dont know why I chose Valero, I NEVER go there.
Anyway, around 8:30 pm we pull up to the gas station and the parking lot was empty except for a Honda Accord parked right in front of the entrance with the driver door open and engine running. Seeing the unguarded vehicle, I turn to my friend and say "jackass is trying to get his car stolen" and continue into the store. I walk in, glance to my right and see this huge guy leaning over the counter, pointing his gun at the clerk with his right hand and stuffing cash into his backpack with his left. At this point, he hasnt noticed me so I slowly back out until I hear "DONT FUCKING MOVE". Fuck. He saw me.
I look up and see him pointing a .38 S&W revolver at my forehead. All I could think was "look at the cylinder, see if its loaded" sure enough, it was loaded. he walks over to me and takes my wallet out of my rear left pocket, takes the $30 out of it and throws it on the ground and orders me to stand about 15 feet behind him. As he turns around to empty the rest of the cash register in his bag, I remember I had this in my back right pocket:
I slowly reach for my knife and pick out a spot on the back of his neck and then, the self questioning starts.
what if he hears me and turns around and shoots before i can get close?
what if he kills the clerk?
Justin is right outside, is he gonna kill all witnesses?
what if he wasnt going to hurt anyone, but does because of me?
I put my knife away and step back. Luckily, he got his money and left but I immediately start criticizing myself. the car parked at the front door of a dark gas station adjacent to a freeway should've been a huge red flag.
I got lucky. Next time, I wont think twice.
anybody else got any close calls?