What Would You Do?
Yeah, yeah, I know. Not another "what would you do" post. Sheesh.
Hey, humor me. It's Friday.
Scenario:
You're in a clothing store inside a shopping mall with your wife and kids (or a group of friends, for you single types). It's the middle of the day, on the weekend, and the mall is filled with shoppers.
Suddenly, you hear what sounds like gunfire coming from somewhere in the mall. You look out the door of the store you're in and see a crowd of people screaming and running in every direction in sheer panic.
There's no way to know where the gunshots are coming from, exactly, how close the shooter is, or in what direction he might be moving. There's no fire exit in the store you're in. There is an office in the back, but it's locked because the manager is out on her lunch break.
You have a .38 in your jacket pocket, loaded with five rounds, a cell phone, and a folding pocket knife.
What would you do?
UPDATE 2/16: Well, that's odd. There wasn't a single response that included the phrase "play Rambo", or any that involved a victim-filled crossfire zone. That's what we'd all do, according to those who don't believe in allowing people to defend themselves and their kids from violent sociopaths.
To them, we're all just a bunch of trigger-happy rednecks, just itchin' to unload in a public place, regardless of the consequences.
It's interesting, though surprising to no one here, how all the responses boiled down to taking cover if escape wasn't possible, calling 911 to provide the police with information, and using the firearm as a last resort option, only when under direct threat.
Why, it's almost as if the delusional, bleeding-heart members of the Insufferable Gun Ban Society have no idea what they're talking about.
Who knew?
Hey, humor me. It's Friday.
Scenario:
You're in a clothing store inside a shopping mall with your wife and kids (or a group of friends, for you single types). It's the middle of the day, on the weekend, and the mall is filled with shoppers.
Suddenly, you hear what sounds like gunfire coming from somewhere in the mall. You look out the door of the store you're in and see a crowd of people screaming and running in every direction in sheer panic.
There's no way to know where the gunshots are coming from, exactly, how close the shooter is, or in what direction he might be moving. There's no fire exit in the store you're in. There is an office in the back, but it's locked because the manager is out on her lunch break.
You have a .38 in your jacket pocket, loaded with five rounds, a cell phone, and a folding pocket knife.
What would you do?
UPDATE 2/16: Well, that's odd. There wasn't a single response that included the phrase "play Rambo", or any that involved a victim-filled crossfire zone. That's what we'd all do, according to those who don't believe in allowing people to defend themselves and their kids from violent sociopaths.
To them, we're all just a bunch of trigger-happy rednecks, just itchin' to unload in a public place, regardless of the consequences.
It's interesting, though surprising to no one here, how all the responses boiled down to taking cover if escape wasn't possible, calling 911 to provide the police with information, and using the firearm as a last resort option, only when under direct threat.
Why, it's almost as if the delusional, bleeding-heart members of the Insufferable Gun Ban Society have no idea what they're talking about.
Who knew?
