Traffic is generally snarled along U.S. 395 around quitting time in Nevada’s capitol city. So I decided to try avoiding the mess by cutting down a couple back streets.
As I sat stopped at a traffic light, I saw this guy come running towards my car. The passenger side door was unlocked for some stupid reason and he climbed in without asking.
More shocked than scared, I asked him, ” What are you doing?!”
“Shut up and drive,” was his response. He added, “I’ve got a gun.”
Then the guy looked over his right shoulder as if expecting to see someone or something. I took the opportunity to pull out my lock-blade knife and open it with a loud click.
“You picked the wrong guy to screw with,” I told him.
He looked at me with surprise. Then he reminded me, “I told you I’ve got a gun and I’m not afraid to use it!”
My response was simple: “I already have this knife here and you don’t have your gun ready.” Then I added, “And I’m not afraid to use it either.”
He looked at my right hand, realizing the point of the blade was nearly touching left his rib cage. He blinked twice and jumped from my car.
While he was willing to threaten someone, thankfully he wasn’t willing to die backing up that threat.
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