It was Saturday afternoon, I had been to the 6th Annual DefCon Shoot, and the 6th one I had attended. I had my SKS inside its shipping container, which was a card board carton. The carton was concealed by a L. L. Bean bag and I had that bag tied to an airport luggage dolly.
I had borrowed the keys to Bill's van as I was tired of lugging it around, it must have seemed obvious what was in there because I was wearing my defcon badge which had a hole in it from a 9mm slug after I had set it up on the range as a target.
I didn't get a shot through it my self, I had been distracted by pumping 25 rounds through a suppressed MP5 down at the other end of the range.
I also have on my defcon shoot T-shirt from last year.
I had just come from between a car and had turned south to push it down to Bill's van.
This fellow was walking towards our point of intersection at about 90 degrees and we were both going to get to the point at the same time.
I continued and this guy says excuse me or some such as he expects me to yield to his right of way which I do not recognize.
I persist and push the cart in front of him and he has to stop which he doesn't like.
"Hey, you whats your problem" and "What are you doing here, old man?" "Are you having anything to do with security?"
I tell him that I am CISSP and then I have to explain to him what that means, and that I am studying for my CCNA certification.
"What defines a problem?" I say. We continue the discussion and he gets his nose about a half an inch from mine and I tell him that
the right of way in that situation is undefined.
"You want to have a go?" he asks. "I don't have the time." I reply.
"Just touch me any place so I have an excuse to drop you." "No, I don't have to do that."
"Well you can just turn around and walk away." "No, I am not going to do that either." Implying that I am going to stay there and stare him down.
"Well we will stand here for as long as it takes." "OK, well I am going to sit down." and I turn around, and with Bill's keys open the hatch of the van and sit down and now I am sitting
in the shade and he is standing in the sun and it may well be 105 degrees in the August Las Vegas sun.
He maybe realizes that I can sit there and do nothing while he bakes in the sun.
He then asks me what my shirt says so I show him "DefCon Shoot" it says.
He notices my DefCon badge with the bullet hole in it and asks about it.