Submitted by Tamara Shepherd on Tue, 2007/03/27 - 8:58pm.
Well, Les, I once came darn close to killin' a man with a pair of those wooden Dr. Scholl's exercise sandals. I gave him a "heh," and a "hah," and a "hi-yee!" Then I kicked him good.
(Am I clear that I beat him over the head with them?)
Submitted by Tamara Shepherd on Tue, 2007/03/27 - 9:24pm.
No kiddin'. I bloodied up his face, brought him to his knees, split his head open with one last full-bodyweight slam, and ran.
In the days before cell phones, my car had broken down late at night on that lonlier stretch of Clinton Highway, where there's just a used car lot every so often. I had to set out walking.
He pulled up in his car, driving in the direction I was walking, and slowed to ask if I needed a ride. When I declined, he drove forward, turned around, and approached me from the opposite direction, asking again if I needed a ride. I declined a second time.
He then turned around a second time, driving in the direction he was originally headed (and in the direction I continued to walk), pulled into a used car lot on my side of the highway, parked at the end of a row of cars for sale, and switched off his headlights. Just sat there, waiting as I approached.
I crossed four lanes of Clinton Highway to walk past him on the opposite side of the highway. He sprang out of his car and began running toward me across those same four lanes.
It was perfectly clear that he meant to hurt me or kill me, so I tried my best to kill him.
Was awful pleased with my instincts. Chicks will get it.
One of my favorite stories about my late brother-in-law involved an attempted mugging on the UT campus.
He took the perpetrator's knife away and proceeded to beat the hell out of him. The perp ended up in the hospital, sans knive and brother-in-law's wallet.
Not everybody can do that, of course. Including me.
The University of Tennessee Police Department offers a class for women only called R.A.D.(Rape Aggression Defense). They have classes at UT and, I think, The Sexual Assualt Crisis Center. I don't think you have to be connected to UT to attend.
Submitted by SayUncle on Wed, 2007/03/28 - 8:38am.
My personal favorite was my buddy was pumping gas in his car at a gas station. Some miscreant walks up and asks for money. My buddy declines. Miscreant pulls out a knife and demands money. My buddy pulls the nozzle out of the car and gives the guy a squirt. Dude ran off. Guess he didn't want to stick around to see if my buddy was a smoker.
My dad had a guy pull a knife on him at the Port Authority Bus Terminal back in the 70s while my dad was taking a piss. Dad turned and pissed on the guy's leg. Guy drops knife. Dad beats his ass. My grandfather, who was holding my hand while we waited on dad, picked up the knife and asked the guy if he wanted it back as he ran out of the john. My dad was incredulous. My grandpop said, "You just pissed all over him and then kicked his ass. Do you want to take his livelihood too?"
True happiness is knowing you are a hypocrite. -- Ivor Cutler
My brother, when he lived in Dover Delaware, had walked to an ATM machine to withdraw some money. A guy in a pick-up truck pulled up next to him, thinking he had already withdrawn money from the teller machine. When he realized that my brother hadn't, he tried to force my brother to use his card to withdraw money by threatened his life. My brother purposely kept punching the wrong password into the machine telling the would be robber that his card wasn't working. The man became enraged, opened his door and stepped out to attack my brother, and when he did, my brother proceeded to kicked the truck door as hard as he could and literally broke the guys leg in two. He then called the police and waited around for them to simply come and haul him off.
Submitted by Les Jones on Wed, 2007/03/28 - 9:25am.
Thanks for the kind words.
CL:
Thanks for the link. That would pretty much work with her schedule if she could get off work a little early, it looks like they have classes every month.
Well, Les, I once came darn close to killin' a man with a pair of those wooden Dr. Scholl's exercise sandals. I gave him a "heh," and a "hah," and a "hi-yee!" Then I kicked him good.
(Am I clear that I beat him over the head with them?)
Suggestion: Aim lower. Then run like hell.
No kiddin'. I bloodied up his face, brought him to his knees, split his head open with one last full-bodyweight slam, and ran.
In the days before cell phones, my car had broken down late at night on that lonlier stretch of Clinton Highway, where there's just a used car lot every so often. I had to set out walking.
He pulled up in his car, driving in the direction I was walking, and slowed to ask if I needed a ride. When I declined, he drove forward, turned around, and approached me from the opposite direction, asking again if I needed a ride. I declined a second time.
He then turned around a second time, driving in the direction he was originally headed (and in the direction I continued to walk), pulled into a used car lot on my side of the highway, parked at the end of a row of cars for sale, and switched off his headlights. Just sat there, waiting as I approached.
I crossed four lanes of Clinton Highway to walk past him on the opposite side of the highway. He sprang out of his car and began running toward me across those same four lanes.
It was perfectly clear that he meant to hurt me or kill me, so I tried my best to kill him.
Was awful pleased with my instincts. Chicks will get it.
Good for you.
One of my favorite stories about my late brother-in-law involved an attempted mugging on the UT campus.
He took the perpetrator's knife away and proceeded to beat the hell out of him. The perp ended up in the hospital, sans knive and brother-in-law's wallet.
Not everybody can do that, of course. Including me.
The University of Tennessee Police Department offers a class for women only called R.A.D.(Rape Aggression Defense). They have classes at UT and, I think, The Sexual Assualt Crisis Center. I don't think you have to be connected to UT to attend.
Link...
My personal favorite was my buddy was pumping gas in his car at a gas station. Some miscreant walks up and asks for money. My buddy declines. Miscreant pulls out a knife and demands money. My buddy pulls the nozzle out of the car and gives the guy a squirt. Dude ran off. Guess he didn't want to stick around to see if my buddy was a smoker.
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SayUncle
Can't we all just get a long gun?
My dad had a guy pull a knife on him at the Port Authority Bus Terminal back in the 70s while my dad was taking a piss. Dad turned and pissed on the guy's leg. Guy drops knife. Dad beats his ass. My grandfather, who was holding my hand while we waited on dad, picked up the knife and asked the guy if he wanted it back as he ran out of the john. My dad was incredulous. My grandpop said, "You just pissed all over him and then kicked his ass. Do you want to take his livelihood too?"
True happiness is knowing you are a hypocrite. -- Ivor Cutler
My brother, when he lived in Dover Delaware, had walked to an ATM machine to withdraw some money. A guy in a pick-up truck pulled up next to him, thinking he had already withdrawn money from the teller machine. When he realized that my brother hadn't, he tried to force my brother to use his card to withdraw money by threatened his life. My brother purposely kept punching the wrong password into the machine telling the would be robber that his card wasn't working. The man became enraged, opened his door and stepped out to attack my brother, and when he did, my brother proceeded to kicked the truck door as hard as he could and literally broke the guys leg in two. He then called the police and waited around for them to simply come and haul him off.
Adrift in the Sea of Humility
Very glad to hear she's ok, Les. That's unsettling
Thanks for the kind words.
CL:
Thanks for the link. That would pretty much work with her schedule if she could get off work a little early, it looks like they have classes every month.
www.lesjones.com
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