This world is so unpredictable.
Yesterday I stopped a young guy, pants below his A##, from going after an elderly woman. He whipped his car in front of her, she had to slam on her brakes, I heard the squeal and she honked her horn just once immediately. The light had turned red. He jumped out of his car, cursing at her, waving his arms, almost fell down because of his stupid pants, and my "fight" instinct took over. The woman could have been my mom!!! She looked just So terrified. The light changed, but he stopped 2 lanes of traffic to have his tyrade at her window. He was clearly Unarmed. I got out of my car and stood next to it. I started yelling at him to leave her alone. I was about 25 feet away and invited him over in response to him yelling at me to get my white a** over there, among other things. He didn't expect me to fight back. I think he thought I was carrying, with one hand hidden behind my back intentionally. So his tyrade ended, I yelled at him to buy or steal a damn belt, he said FU white bitch, got in his black Nissan with NO license plate, and squealed away. The poor elderly woman just kept thanking me, I waved at her and smiled, and she went on her way slowly. I hope she got home, or wherever she was going ok. How dare he scare her!!
He wasn't armed. His pants were completely under his butt. He couldn't have found a gun in a pocket down near his knees without falling down. Idiot.
I will Never forget what the frightened woman looked like, her wide eyes, her hands up to her closed driver's side window to protect herself, her mouth open, and her looking at me when I intervened. There were many other people in cars, but nobody stepped up. I could totally pick him out of a lineup. Somehow, in emergencies, I have always taken "Polaroid" photos in my head of many details in probably less than 10 seconds. If he had had a license plate, I would have remembered it. There was No Way I could have just stood by if he got to her physically. I was out of my car with one hand behind me, "as if"..... I guess he wasn't in the mood to be shot. I wasn't "carrying"--just kept one hand behind my back and the other arm hanging down by my side.
A former counselor tested me years ago. Given the (instinctive) choices of Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Faint, I Fight. I just do. I don't really consciously choose it. Probably why I survived cancer twice, a spinal cord injury, and other otherwise devastating things.
What the he## is wrong with people??
...and.....wearing pants that hang below the butt is no longer in style. 🤣