Great story, interesting replies. As for speaking about what someone else might do, that's always a losing proposition. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/wink.gif.608e3ea05f1a9f98611af0861652f8fb.gif Not to say I haven't done it before, myself. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/wink.gif.608e3ea05f1a9f98611af0861652f8fb.gif
Reminds me a bit of an experience of mine:
I lived in the Caribbean for a couple of years, some in St. Vincent & the Grenadines, some in Sint Maarten/St. Martin (half-Dutch/half French). Handguns are totally illegal there for anyone not law enforcement, even for home defense. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/frown.gif.a3531fa0534503350665a1e957861287.gif
While brushing my teeth one day, I see a guy come out from under my apartment (we lived on a hill, with a 5' crawlspace where we hung our clothes on the line to dry). There was obviously no reason for him to be there, so I ran outside and yelled at him to make him stop. He did (moron), and I noticed he was wearing one of my shirts! ****ER! So I played dumb, asking him what he was doing there as I approached him, and noticed he was carrying a bundle with what appeared to be a bunch of other clothes in it, as well as wearing a pair of my shorts (gym shorts, not undershorts!). ****ER!!!
I immediately arm-barred him to the ground, hopped on top of him and started beating the everlasting shit out of him. My wife ran next door and grabbed the neighbor to come help me hold him while she called the Dutch poilice (be prepared to wait an hour or so). He said later it looked like Goliath beating up on Gumbi, lol. The guy was pretty smallish, maybe 5'5", 150 or so, I'm 5'11" 200+. I was absolutely rancidly insane... just pissed that this frigging MAGGOT would come and try to steal from me. The neighbor pulled me off and held the guy down. When he pulled my t-shirt off the guy and found out he was wearing one of HIS t-shirts underneath, as well as a couple more pairs of shorts (also my neighbor's), he started beating the guys ***, too. I'll never forget the look of that guy's head bouncing off my concrete as my friend punched him like a speedbag.
Cops showed up about 30 minutes later and started 'questioning' the guy... stood him up against the wall and were talking to him in Papiamentu or Creole or something, but he kept leaning on one of the cops, who kept roughly pushing him back into the wall. I didn't know why he was leaning on the cop, till I noticed the cop's big boot squishing the guy's bare toes. lol
Anyways, long story, not quite as exciting as the OP, but it WAS fulfilling to feel like I'd 'gotten some back' for all us Americans down there who were absolutely incessant victims of crime from the locals. I was kind of a hero in my crowd for a few months. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/wink.gif.608e3ea05f1a9f98611af0861652f8fb.gif
Reminds me a bit of an experience of mine:
I lived in the Caribbean for a couple of years, some in St. Vincent & the Grenadines, some in Sint Maarten/St. Martin (half-Dutch/half French). Handguns are totally illegal there for anyone not law enforcement, even for home defense. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/frown.gif.a3531fa0534503350665a1e957861287.gif
While brushing my teeth one day, I see a guy come out from under my apartment (we lived on a hill, with a 5' crawlspace where we hung our clothes on the line to dry). There was obviously no reason for him to be there, so I ran outside and yelled at him to make him stop. He did (moron), and I noticed he was wearing one of my shirts! ****ER! So I played dumb, asking him what he was doing there as I approached him, and noticed he was carrying a bundle with what appeared to be a bunch of other clothes in it, as well as wearing a pair of my shorts (gym shorts, not undershorts!). ****ER!!!
I immediately arm-barred him to the ground, hopped on top of him and started beating the everlasting shit out of him. My wife ran next door and grabbed the neighbor to come help me hold him while she called the Dutch poilice (be prepared to wait an hour or so). He said later it looked like Goliath beating up on Gumbi, lol. The guy was pretty smallish, maybe 5'5", 150 or so, I'm 5'11" 200+. I was absolutely rancidly insane... just pissed that this frigging MAGGOT would come and try to steal from me. The neighbor pulled me off and held the guy down. When he pulled my t-shirt off the guy and found out he was wearing one of HIS t-shirts underneath, as well as a couple more pairs of shorts (also my neighbor's), he started beating the guys ***, too. I'll never forget the look of that guy's head bouncing off my concrete as my friend punched him like a speedbag.
Cops showed up about 30 minutes later and started 'questioning' the guy... stood him up against the wall and were talking to him in Papiamentu or Creole or something, but he kept leaning on one of the cops, who kept roughly pushing him back into the wall. I didn't know why he was leaning on the cop, till I noticed the cop's big boot squishing the guy's bare toes. lol
Anyways, long story, not quite as exciting as the OP, but it WAS fulfilling to feel like I'd 'gotten some back' for all us Americans down there who were absolutely incessant victims of crime from the locals. I was kind of a hero in my crowd for a few months. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/wink.gif.608e3ea05f1a9f98611af0861652f8fb.gif
