A similar thing happened to me at a gas station in Huntsville, Alabama years ago. My wife and two small kids in the car and I was pumping gas. Six or eight of them, I didn’t take time to count walking toward me from all directions. I knew I couldn’t get them all, but thankfully, when I pulled the revolver from my pocket, they didn’t know where I intended to start, and decided they had better things to do.
It sucks we live in tat kind of world. We were down there visiting my wife’s uncle. I didn’t know any better than to stop and fill up. Won’t happen again.
Last edited by gregintenn; 08/18/22.
