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I was at the driver's side of the car face to face with a guy who looked kinda like Joe Burrow.

Having watched his post game presser, I knew Joe wasn't taking last weeks toe-touching loss well at all but damn he is taking rather hard.

I guess just because my brain expected the thread title to be football related but I definitely read

Cortland Sutton breaking into my car last night

No way a guy without a goatee owns a Camaro.

A goatee would've been a tipping point of a proper ass kicking

Bet Dirty Mike and the Boys turned your Golf Wagon into a Soup Kitchen

Stories like this really scare him. The fear is probably making him lash out at people.

Choke him put next time!

Coulda been dirty Mike and the boys making a soup kitchen.

Honor among thieves.

Nope. Smart move.

If there's nothing of value in there don't make someone break in to find out. I have a 30 year old car so not may people are trying to find out what's inside anyway.

And these situations escalate quickly. Choices made in a few seconds can change your life permanently. And remember - the guy breaking into your car is also making life choices in seconds. There's a good chance his decision making isn't as moral or fundamentally solid as yours. You really do have more to lose than that guy. It's not an even or rational competition.

Kinda sounds like a Rainman thread.

I have a similar story that I can tell better in person, but here goes...

Back in 1999, I went into a grocery store in the south end of St. Joe with my sister in law.
It's about 7pm, at dusk... not dark yet but getting there. I walk out the front door of the grocery store and look over at my parked car in the lot. I notice the dome light on and the passenger door open with some legs hanging out.

My reaction:
I drop the bags in each hand and start running to my car. As I get a bit closer, I shout "hey get the **** out of my car". The person inside hears me, perks up and gets out of the vehicle. He starts to run to the next lot isle to this old brown truck. Instead of thinking... my adrenaline took over and I chased right after him.
As he opened the door to his truck, I did a Liu Kang style jump kick to his back and kicked him into his truck. He is leaning over his center console, so I grab by his shirt with my left hand at his neck, and jab him in the face with my right hand 3 times.

He did not worry too much about fighting back, as he really just wanted to get the **** out of there. So while I am punching him, he is turning his key trying to start his truck.

About on the 4th punch to the face or so, his truck starts... and he has his foot on the gas pedal.... he slams it in drive. At this point I get in one last good shot to his jaw as I bail out of the truck.

The force of my punch in combo with him slamming the truck into drive jumps the truck right into the parking lot light post (with the big round cement base). At this point he steers hard right, scraping the side of his truck down the drivers side while he tries to speed off. He makes it down to the main street with the mufflers dragging in the rear, causing sparks down the road.

Meanwhile I'm shouting "**** you, you ****ing thief" or something similar.

I walk back to my sister in law and about 5 people standing at the store front, look down at my arm and I was bleeding pretty badly. I'm not sure how it happened but I still have a 3" scar to this day. The little old lady (had to have been 85-90 years old) looks up at me and says.... "damn, I wouldn't **** with you". It was freaking hilarious.

Ended up I caught the thief before he actually took anything...
So he ended up with nothing, a broken truck, and a ****ed up face.


I was fearless at 18 years old, but yeah now days.... I'd go about that situation much smarter, as I would have probably been dead.

Triggered another memory from when I was 18.

I was working at Food4Less in St. Joe on the Belt/Frederick.

As I was checking out a customer, there is a grumbling a few lanes down by a co-worker so I turn back to see what is happening. Apparently some guy just rushed right through the lane with an entire shopping cart full of groceries. As this happened, all of the employees/managers just stood there watching him, letting him walk right out the front door.

Without thinking, I was like "**** that" gonna get myself a promotion.

I ran outside, snuck up behind the guy who stole the cart of groceries, knocked him over... grabbed the cart and ran it back inside.

Co-workers thought I was a badass....
Management chewed my ****ing ass for doing something that their insurance would have been liable for if I were to get hurt.

lol.


Moral of the story = I hate thieves.