The ONLY time I ever struck a woman.
Hayseed Tavern again, this time the complaint is an unruly woman making trouble. It's daytime, so the "wait for backup" rule is less critical.
I walk into the bar, and several patrons point me over to the woman, who was cussing like a sailor, obviously too much to drink, and needing some fresh air.
I approached her, and asked her if she would step outside with me. At the same time, I took her hand in mine (kinda hard to describe this, but there's a way to hold her thumb in your hand and apply enough pressure to make her cooperate without looking like you're abusing a woman) and began leading her to the door.
Things were going OK, and a backup had arrived, the officer standing in the doorway, but when she saw him, she yelled, "WHO CALLED THE #^$!!$! COPS?!?!?!" (Maybe she thought I was the bus driver?)
She fell to her knees, screamed a blood curdling yell, then sunk her teeth into the top of my thigh right near my... um... it was obvious what she was aiming for, and only slightly missed.
Things happened really really fast, and my reflexes took over, and before I knew it, I had grabbed my night stick, raised it in the air, and came down hard and fast on her head. She fell to the floor, dazed, but conscious, and looked up and said, "What was THAT?"
I was stunned - I couldn't believe I did that -- then, looking around, thinking I was about to be attacked by every man in there for clubbing a woman, I noted they all had "queasy" looks on their faces, and had their hands over their private parts, like, "WOW, I FEEL ya, brother!" and were slowly backing away.
My partner came over, helped me stand her up, and walked out of the bar -- and I remember that I never heard a bar so QUIET as that as we went out the door.
She didn't break the skin, but I had a huge purple bruise where she bit me.
Hayseed Tavern again, this time the complaint is an unruly woman making trouble. It's daytime, so the "wait for backup" rule is less critical.
I walk into the bar, and several patrons point me over to the woman, who was cussing like a sailor, obviously too much to drink, and needing some fresh air.
I approached her, and asked her if she would step outside with me. At the same time, I took her hand in mine (kinda hard to describe this, but there's a way to hold her thumb in your hand and apply enough pressure to make her cooperate without looking like you're abusing a woman) and began leading her to the door.
Things were going OK, and a backup had arrived, the officer standing in the doorway, but when she saw him, she yelled, "WHO CALLED THE #^$!!$! COPS?!?!?!" (Maybe she thought I was the bus driver?)
She fell to her knees, screamed a blood curdling yell, then sunk her teeth into the top of my thigh right near my... um... it was obvious what she was aiming for, and only slightly missed.
Things happened really really fast, and my reflexes took over, and before I knew it, I had grabbed my night stick, raised it in the air, and came down hard and fast on her head. She fell to the floor, dazed, but conscious, and looked up and said, "What was THAT?"
I was stunned - I couldn't believe I did that -- then, looking around, thinking I was about to be attacked by every man in there for clubbing a woman, I noted they all had "queasy" looks on their faces, and had their hands over their private parts, like, "WOW, I FEEL ya, brother!" and were slowly backing away.
My partner came over, helped me stand her up, and walked out of the bar -- and I remember that I never heard a bar so QUIET as that as we went out the door.
She didn't break the skin, but I had a huge purple bruise where she bit me.
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