Once disarmed a coworker whose boy friend told her criminals were everywhere ready to jump here.
She’d come into the office building ride three floors up walk thru the lounging space on our floor and then down the narrow corridor to our door
WITH HER TASER OUT AND HER FINGER ON THE BUTTON.
I am notorious for walking without making a sound.
So i slowly soundlessly came up behind her pinched the wrist of the hand holding the taser at which she shrieked and dropped it and found me now in front of her asking why she was endangering herself and others by walking with a hot taser .
It looked like a next gen phaser but twice as big and all black.
And it’s not like she was a white girl…second generation japanese america.
Our office was quite diverse.
Either her boyfriend had her gaslit or she had misunderstood his instructions.
To be that scared all the time.
I had to develop situatuonal awareness by age nine after getting jumped by gangs of boys on the regular.