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I doubt that any of you have been in this situation. <br /> <br /> Micky and I had a quiet, romantic dinner this evening. We talked about many different things and remembered some past events. I can't recall <br /> exactly what sparked me to remember this story, but we talked about it. <br /> <br /> This is a true story. <br /> <br /> About one week from Christmas, in 1991 or 1992, I got a call from a client <br /> who lived close to me, less than 1KM. He believed that he had a virus on <br /> his computer and asked if I could come over and check it out. This was when I still had my computer business. I went over to his house and noticed that he looked "unusual". Thinking nothing of it, I followed him <br /> up the stairs to his office, which was in his home, and started to check out his PC. <br /> While I was doing this, he asks me if I wanted a drink. <br /> I accepted and he pours me a hefty shot of Canadian Club with water as mix. <br /> I can find nothing wrong with his PC and he proceeds to tell me how a cab driver in Miami, Florida killed a mutual friend. I am shocked, but find out that it is just bad luck for our mutual friend who suffered a heart attack in a restaurant and the cabbie didn't get our friend to the hospital on time and so, blamed the cabbie for our friend's death. <br /> My client had been drinking whiskey for two days and had no sleep as I was to soon find out. <br /> I didn't want to be there but I couldn't really leave. His wife was very upset and frightened. <br /> Sitting on a large couch, sipping my CC, he goes over to his desk and pulls out two handguns. One is a .357 Magnum. The other is a Colt .45 Desert Eagle. <br /> "Are you a hunter, Dennis ?" he asks <br /> "No", I say <br /> He picks up the .357 Magnum and says <br /> "Get hit with a bullet from this and you don't call an ambulance... <br /> You call the undertaker..." <br /> I am a bit worried as I can see clips and ammo nearby. <br /> He picks up the Desert Eagle, (beautiful piece of craftsmanship) and aims it at different things. <br /> "Don't worry, they aren't loaded" he says. <br /> The clips and ammo are close by and I begin to wonder if I am ever <br /> going to walk out of there. My heart is beating a bit on the fast side. <br /> He wants to go to Miami and end the cabbie's life or his own. The alcohol <br /> makes him totally unpredictable. <br /> This is serious stuff and now I have to try and talk this man out of doing <br /> something that he is perfectly capable of doing. <br /> The guns are on the table, in plain view. He sits on a couch opposite me and proceeds to say how crappy his life is. I say to myself that if he goes <br /> for the ammo, I will do what I can to prevent him from reaching it. <br /> <br /> I don't know my client very well, but I know a few things about him. <br /> His wife is shaking and she is in tears. She thinks that he is going to do something to both of us. I can see the fear in her eyes. <br /> Through all of this, I remain calm and do not raise my voice and behave in <br /> a non threatening way. I couldn't explain it, but I was not afraid. <br /> Over the course of about three hours, I talked and talked and talked. <br /> He wants to drink more, but I keep him away from the whiskey and his mind away from out deceased friend. I tell his wife to make coffee and get some food. He drinks coffee and eats. Slowly he breaks down <br /> and grieves for our friend. <br /> Somewhere, around 11:00PM I made my way down the stairs, with him <br /> going down first, and then left his home. <br /> Micky was worried because I left around 6:30PM and she didn't know <br /> what had happened to me. <br /> When I walked through the front door, I immediately phoned my brother-in-law, who is a police officer and told him what happened. <br /> He asked me one question <br /> "Did you at any time fear for your life?" <br /> "No" was my answer. <br /> "Good, because if you said yes, he would be under arrest real quick" <br /> I was not afraid, but I was ready to fight him if he even made a move for the ammo. <br /> Something came up today that caused me to remember this. It still sends <br /> a chill up my spine, even after all these years. <br /> After that incident, I never made a housecall again, no matter what the client offered to pay me. <br /> <br /> If this art thing fizzles out, maybe I would make a good diplomat or negotiator.

Creepy story Den, I think that Ozy had any of these experiences <img src="https://www.posetteforever.com/images/smiles/eusa_whistle.gif" alt="" /> ... I have a little experience in negotiation when sometimes I have a drunk man or worse on the bus I drive, but I'm not a very calm person (the last time I had to call 3 ambulances, 2 for the drunk guys and 1 for me).

Hmm, didn't notice this one untill now. <br /> Pretty scary situation there Den. I hope I won't end up in something like that <img src="https://www.posetteforever.com/images/smiles/eusa_shifty.gif" alt="" />

Hey, Den. I remember you mentioning this incident, but just in passing, when I had my little brush with fear. Interesting story... makes you realise just how vulnerable we are at times to the unpredicable nature of mankind. <br /> <br /> Hope all turned out well in the end. So often these tales have a sad ending a few months or years down the road. <br /> <br /> I learned very early on in life, while delivering Pizzas for a living, on the after midnight shift, that house calls can be a bad idea!

creepy...but thankfully you handled the situation with a clear head. I don't know what I'd do...maybe I'd jump out the window for a quick escape! I hope I won't encounter something like that...with people like that.... <img src="https://www.posetteforever.com/images/smiles/eusa_shifty.gif" alt="" />