Great thread. I usually try to forget such run-ins. Maybe I can post on the lighter side. I was a high school freshman running a paper route. Saving up for a car. That was kool. Except this was a rough neighborhood. We had everything. Bikers. PTSD vets from Vietnam. Black militants. Asians, mostly women, seemed like they got beat up a lot. And I was the paperboy . . . just great. I did what I could to not stand out as an obvious target. Goodness knows, I didn't have any money on me, just papers. Sunday morning was early, the other days were afternoons and I always tried to finish and be back before dark. Well, a school buddy was walking with me one afternoon. He was an upstanding fella. Maybe too upstanding for this neighborhood. He would stand on principle to the point of attracting attention. So we're walking along, me with my bag of newspapers all bound up an flopping at my side. Probably talking about one of the cute school chicks when this fella walks up facing us. Big guy. Blank stare. Trenchcoat. It wasn't cold. He says "Give me a paper". I don't even break stride. I whip out a $0.15 cent, freshly rolled up and twine bound evening addition paper and put it right in his hand as I pass by. Don't even look back. Didn't say a word. Well, that didn't sit well with my high school buddy. He seemed irked that this dark figure of a man didn't pay his 15 cents. I said "forget it" but he audibly goes on about how this guy owes me 15 cents. We stop. I look at my friend and tell him he can have the 15 cents if he wants it. Just go get it. Well, our dark natured trenchcoat buddy was maybe 15 feet behind us and had heard us. He had stopped and half turned, looking over his shoulder at us he proceeded to produce a bowie knife and cut the twine on the newspaper. That was enough for my buddy. We kept walking away. I finished my deliveries. Never saw the trenchcoat dude again. Huh. I guess this post wasn't as "light" as I had hoped.