This past Saturday night I had got off work and just parked my truck in the apartments where I live in. I was still in my navy blue hospital scrubs with ID bade around my neck. It was 1230am, dark of course, so as I exited my truck I took a moment to scan the parking lot for any signs of trouble, people close to me or anything I should just be aware or wary of. Our parking lot has few lights so there are many shadows and just plain black areas and a long line of parked cars to my left. I was parked in the last parking spot in that row so my right side was open. I saw some ways from me a tall white guy, about college age, walking from out of the shadows on the sidewalk towards my general direction. His gait was like that of a zombie, slow and unsteady. I got near the steps that lead up to my apartment at the same time this guy was about 10 or so feet from me. He stopped and with slurred speech asked, “are you going to kill me?”. I backed up and put a few more feet between us, apartment building at my back should there be another idiot with him and in a calm voice told him “no, I’m not going to kill you.” I also told him I work in a hospital and we save people not kill them. He just stood there giving me an odd glazed over stare. Anything I said no doubt was not registering with this guy. I figured he was either high on something, drunk, crazy or out looking for trouble. With his hair cut in a GI fashion I asked him if he was a GI. He asked me what a GI was. That answered my question that he wasn’t in the military so I told him “never mind”. I was carrying my lunch box that has a long strap on it, an old GI issue tool bag I carry my wallet, checkbook, cigarettes, etc. in and also a black zippered padded gun pouch with my Ruger SP 101 .357 magnum pistol in it. All this I had in my left hand with my right hand free. Every night when I get home and before I walk from my parking place to my apartment I always unzip that pistol case to have quick access to my pistol should something happen. This high or drunk idiot did not see my pistol because it remained tucked inside the case but my right hand was where I could draw it quickly if needed. He just stood there looking at me, slightly weaving back and forth. No shoes on, faded blue jeans, wife-beater t-shirt with several tattoos, about 6 feet tall and well built. Keeping an eye on him I went the rest of the way up the stairs to the landing of the apartment next to mine. I stood there a few moments by the railing and watched as this crazy ******* started walking away. As I watched him he kept looking back at me. He rounded the corner of the building I live in then disappeared from my sight. I waited a bit then walked to my apartment door and went inside. I didn’t want this guy to know which apartment I lived in so that was the reason I went to the apartment next to mine. That would give him a 50/50 chance of going to the wrong apartment should he come back. Thankfully he never came back, as far as I know. I looked out the back patio window of my apartment as I was getting out of my scrubs and into my sweats when I saw this guy walking between other apartment buildings away from where I live.
Ya just never know these days.
Ya just never know these days.
