
Then the situation escalates and he walks in front of my car and around to my window, and stands there. WTF?? At this point I am giving him the stink eye, and have my right hand firly wrapped around the 50, and ask him through the closed window what he wants. He stares at my posture and the fact that my right arm is cocked with my hand inside my sportcoat, and after a few seconds hesitation asks if I know where he can get a tire fixed. I say NO, and keep my hand on the gun under the coat, and he goes away. Thinking about it later, I am reasonably sure he was trying to set me up for the old "gee buddy, my tire went flat on the freeway, and can you drive me over to my friend's place to get a spare tire scam" where the guy will pay you a lot of money later if you just give him $20 to pay for the tire from his buddy.
It was defnitely a good day to have a gun on you!!
P.S. - You did great, Sparky!! Was this the Tamarack Home Depot??