The short version of the story is that on Saturday leaving my office, I was the subject of an attempted mugging by a member of the Indianapolis Choir Boy School of Good Men Who are Only Down on Their Luck. As I was leaving my office, said altar boy came around the corner of my building to the left into the side parking lot, and as I turned to face him noticed the knife in his right hand. The Chaplain’s Assistant demanded that we engage in an abbreviated barter process, wherein I would provide my wallet and car keys in exchange for not getting shanktified, which to him probably seemed like a reasonable exchange.
I politely demurred by hurling a cup of hot Starbucks at him while fishing my Beretta Jetfire out of the stupid pocket holster it was riding in. After taking a face full of Columbia’s most popular legal export and confronted with a counter offer of bullets to his previous barter exchange concept, the young gentlemen decided that discretion was the better part of valor and made all due haste in a westerly direction.
Oddly enough, this is why I carry a gun that is intimidating in its own right.
Improvised weapons, I can do. They work on their own. But if had one of those (utterly adorable!!!! WANT!!1!!1!) little concealed carry pistols that I can carry quick-draw, then the only defense I actually have is the attacker’s good sense and pain.
With my 38 special? I have nearly a century’s worth of TV in my favor, and it’s only slightly slower than what it would take me to get the kids out of the way anyways, which would be Issue #1.
There really is a good chance I’ll try to beat a Sneak Attacker to death with my CC before I manage to get it out of my carrier, but that would go for ANYTHING in my hands at the time.