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A few years ago before I moved, I went to the local liquor store for some drinks and munchies pretty late, but before the 2am liquor cutoff. A guy, obviously drunk as fuck stumbles in behind me and starts grabbing beers while I am paying. The cashier, whom I knew personally since it's a small town and she was the mom of someone I went to school with, asked me to hang around for a moment because she was gonna have to decline selling to the drunk dude for being too obviously drunk (his pants were literally on backwards and he could barely stand). He comes up to the counter, she tells him she can't sell to him, and he flips out starts yelling and cocks his arm back like he was gonna hit her so I just took a step forward and he turned to me, looks up at me and then just grabbed the card swipe machine and ripped it out of the computer and chucked it through the lotto display glass before leaving and I just immediately called the police. While on the phone with the cops and they ask what direction he went I hear more glass breaking down main street where he headed.

I can only assume it was my size and stature that scared him away from assault (I am 6'6'' and this dude was below average height). If he tried to actually fight me, I dunno what I would have done. I took judo as a kid, but I wasn't like super awesome or even do it very long. Plus, what if he had a knife or a gun? But it started to make sense why the girls working that store at nigbt often had their boyfriend and their friends hanging out in the parking lot most of the time.

I just wanted some fucking chips, man. End up there 2 hours because some drunk fuck caused a problem and I was a witness to it so had to give a statement and shit.