When I was in college, I did a very early (0200-0600) shuttle/delivery route for a major service organization that needed to get parts and paperwork out to its service crews before their punch-in time. It was against company policy to carry a weapon of any sort, but I wasn't the "company guy" type, so carried anyway. One morning I was falling asleep and decided to pull off at a rest stop to grab a Dew. The truckers all park in back to sleep away from the Interstate, so there isn't a lot of vehicle traffic at the front of the building at 0430. While I'm inside at the pop machine, I saw a car go past where my van was parked, then back up and stop directly behind it, then pull forward out of my sight again. I wasn't sure what to think, but after waiting about five minutes, nothing went on, so I went back outside towards my van, at which point a saw three "gentlemen" approaching from where they had parked the car, about eight spots down from where I was parked. Their conversation didn't make any sense, and they kept looking abck at their car, then to me, then back to their car, where a fourth person was now standing in the driver's door. Four to one, armed or not, is never good odds, so I decided thqt today was goign to be the day I got fired for breaking policy, but I was going to live through the day. I went to the sliding door on the passenger side, which cut off our views of one another. Whne I came back around the front of the van I was racking the slide (00 Buck)on my old High Standard riot gun which I promptly shouldered and asked if they had a problem. The next few seconds seemed to last forever, as their eyes got really big, their mouths dropped open, and the three turned right around and ran for the car. They piled in and took off like the proverbial bat-outta-you know-where. As they left going the same direction I had to go, I rode the rest of the morning with that 12 gauge between me and the door.
No doubt that they did not have my best intentions in mind, nor I theirs by the time I came back around the front of the van.