And to think there are still some out there that feel that an Open Carried firearm has no deters no one with evil intent.
glad to hear it worked out well Rick. Same to you Sniper. Had something somewhat similar about a decade ago when i worked at a gas station on the night shift.
I had stopped in to pick up my pay check, when I saw one of the pumpers completely swamped, with a few customers waiting at the station door. I walked over to him, and asked if i could help him out, as he was on alone that night. At that time, he handed me the keys to the station door (It was a 6 pump station, no card readers at the pumps, and a small 2 room station counting the back office\store room.), and told me that the guy at the West end of the lot, by the pay phone had been there for over 2 hours watching him and the customers. I said, "I'll watch for him. You need me to do a drop for you while I'm in there as well?" I got a yes, and he handed off the bills, and I went into the station to take care of the customers that were waiting. As I finished up with them, and started to count out his cash, the Hispanic Male in his late 20s stopped outside the door, looked in and back at him a couple times, then entered.
Now, what I didn't tell N out at the pumps was that I had my AMT Hardballer on my right hip under my jacket, which i had removed and hung up upon entering the station, before taking care of the customers. One or two saw it, and commented, none in a negative way, and one was an off duty LEO friend of mine who knew that OC was ok on private property, such as a place of employment, with a Pistol Permit, which I had at the time. Gotta love NY.
As said Hispanic male entered the shop, he reached into his right front pocket, wrapped his hand around something, and pulled a knife about halfway out of his pocket. At that moment, I swept the cash envelopes off the counter, to the floor on my side, stood up, and placed my hand on the butt of that .45, looked him in the eye, and asked"
"Can I help you?" with a big smile on my face. He never saw that smile, as his eyes went right to my right hand as i popped the snap on the holster. I heard a small squeek that sounded like "No." come out of his mouth, and he d@mn near ran N over going right back out the door, and down the street.
N walked in, looked at me, realized where my hand was, and started LHAO. I picked up the cash, put the envelopes back on the counter, told him to double check my count, and went in the office to get my check and a cup of coffee. Finished up the coffee, ant went to the bank's drive in window to make the deposit before closing time, came back, and had another cup while sticking around to make sure he didn't come back. our boss came in to get the drops later that night, and asked me how my day off had been, and if I had filled either of my tags yet. Told him I had a doe hanging at home, and N and i filled him in on what had happened earlier in the night. He looked over at me, glanced down, and saw the pistol there. He then looked at the floor, and said:
"I don't see any blood or a chalk outline, so i guess he got the point while it was still in the holster. You guys are alright, so it's all good. I take it you and your dad finished the build on that AMT you were talking about the other night?"
I told him yes, and he asked to see it, so i cleared it, and showed it to him. He told me it came out looking good, asked how it shot, and called it a night. That's one of the few things i miss about working there. It was run by a retired LEO, who was on the County Sheriff's Department's Pistol Team. most of his hires over the age of 21 had carry permits, and he encouraged those of us that did to carry at work. He's been in the ground for 5 years now. I was a pall bearer at his funeral, and I still miss him.