Typical of most days with my mother, I drove. She’s getting up there in her years and for me to take her places is just a little bit safer for everyone. She’s aware that have earned my concealed carry permit, that I carry a full-size XD .40 in a purse holster in its own side-compartment, aware that I have decades of weapons training and while she won’t carry, is quite happy that I do. I have given her basic instruction for her role, given the need for me to defend either of us; do not get involved, retreat to safety, call 911 if you can, make sure others are safe also. That day she did exactly as she’d been instructed.
The Parking Lot
You see, upon pulling into a parking stall at a local shopping center, we were accosted by a mentally unstable man. The story ends well for all, so don’t worry, but I was prepared for the worst. The moment we began to step out of the car I heard someone say something. As I stood up I saw a man standing at the driver side door of the car to my left. He’s around the 5’10 mark, probably weighing in around 200. I said “Excuse me?”, as I thought perhaps he had a question, maybe he was lost. As the cursing began and my immediate reaction was to puff up, I pointed at my senior mother and told her “Just go”, she did.
By this point, I’ve exited the vehicle, closed it’s door and am prepared to get my shopping bags out of the trunk, in an effort to simply ignore the seemingly insane man, and go about my business. He, on the other hand, had a different agenda and continued towards me with threats against my person, the vehicle and, of all people, my aged mother who was nearly across to the next parking lane by this point.