…I just pulled my gun on someone walking into my house. I was in the bedroom laying down and heard this scratching at my door and then the handle turn and start to open slowly… I grabbed my .45 as the door was fully opened.
Poor little lady about shit herself.
She started saying “WRONG APARTMENT! WRONG APARTMENT!” with a little dog on the leash.
I immediately put my piece down… but holy fuck… who just comes in someone’s house.. if you’re not sure fucking knock.
She closed the door (not all the way just enough to GTFO) and left. Kind of a surreal moment.
I never put my finger on the trigger (just the guard) and as soon as I realized she wasn’t a threat I holstered the weapon but damn… 10 minutes later and it finally hit me and I’m shaking a little. Uncomfortable feeling having a firearm full of .45ACP hollow points pointed at another human being. Sure as hell glad I didn’t like that feeling.
I can’t imagine how she feels – some dude with a crazy ass beard coming around the corner with a full size 1911 pointed at you from 8 feet away.. I thought about going after her just to see if she was ok but I think it would have made the situation much worse so I just let her go.
Keep Portland Weird indeed…