Happened to me like twice. The second time, the dude told me the only reason he wouldn't pop me was because I wouldn't beg, and cry like most usually do. He said if anyone flinched at him, he always popped them. His very words "popped". He beat my chest for me and said, "Guy, you're a man. Guy, you're a man!" If only he knew it had nothing to do with minerals. I was just numb. Ha!
Although I haven't read the book called Verbal Judo, I was taught at my LP job how to verbally deescalate a tense situation. At least they tried to teach it to everyone...I just chose to actually use it.
But again, when people had a knife out, depending on the situation I would usually nab them quickly. Of course, if I didn't have help coming or it was a 1 v 1, I'd always let them go.
Eh there used to be a hub that had a ton of traffic and lots of negative comments left...but alas I didn't think a hub on shoplifting did good things for the image of a wedding consultant I gave that hub away to my brother here on hubpages...
The first time it happened, I froze and did exactly what I was told. The second time, I kept my wits about me, memorized his face and identifable traits and did what he asked. When I was safe, I called the police and he was arrested, charged and jailed.
I had that happen to me once. I punched him in the face and knocked the glasses right off his head and ran. Of course he grabbed my long pony tail when trying to make my escape.
Got a face plant into a picture on the wall. Kicked him in the nuts and ran again. Then he tripped me but I got a hold of the phone to call for help. He grabbed my ankle then it became a full on fight!
After a while I got very tired, and woozy because he grabbed my tag watch on my wrist and blood started oozing from it so I bit him until until a piece of his flesh was in my mouth.
By that time I was so disgusted I nearly gave up hung on long enough for the police to come.
Sad part was I was the once charged with assault. It's a strange world we live in.
It certainly is a strange world but you are one brave Lady. Sometime ago in my region a man shot a burglar who came to his house and the man (not the burglar) got sent to prison for shooting the burglar. Talk about injustice.... That sucks.
I wished I was making this up, the only time I have ever faced crime that wasn't military conflict was in Orlando, FL around 1992.
I bought me a cool looking dog chain made out of gold. Anyway I was walking down the Orange Blossom Trail hitting all of the really respectable establishments. Anyway, two ass clowns stepped out on the sidewalk and one pulled a gun and asked for my chain and my wallet.
I went to my wallet and pulled my ridiculously huge knife (Crocodile Dundee was big then) and took a nice rake on his arm. The other dude split instantly and like I kid you not 3 seconds later the cops rolled up tackled me and beat the bejesus out of me and arrested me.
They thought I had attacked the other guys and that I was the menacing threat (Apperantly wearing a really pimp necklace and holding a big ass knife over a bleeding man doesn't look good). Anyway after a long night in Jail and statements and what not, they let me go and kept my big ass knife. I have never forgiven the Orlando Police for this incident, and often plot my revenge.
I would calmly explain to her that: "Dear, we have been married for a number of years now... you KNOW i love you... and you know I really didn't mean to call your mom "a fat little piggy who puts her snout in our business." Now PLEASE put the gun down."
My mother drives to work very early in the morning. This morning she saw a dead body lying in the street. The poor man had been carjacked and the perpetrator shot him for a car! My mom had stopped at the same gas station he was stopped at just two days prior to the incident. I was held at gunpoint by a crazy ex-boyfriend. You never know what situation life will put you in.
I decided to take the bus instead of drive my car a few months ago. Well, that was the one and only time! LOL. This guy sat down next to me and kept 'displaying' his gun to me. At first, I wasn't sure but then by the 3rd time I grew afraid and stood up and walked to the other bus stop where others were. The bus stopped there 1st so I told him and the bus driver drove right past him. Flight or fight? I'm all about flight!!! ;o)
I would probably faint after a couple seconds. However, if I remain conscious, I would ask the Lord to prepare my soul for heaven and then try talking my way out it - if I could muster up some talking power.