Lets say mid 40's, overweight individual comes up to you wanting to fight. You're pumping gas at the neighborhood station, and he approaches. You notice he has two poodles in his mid-90's Acura. He pushes you, verbally threatens you, and does nothing but talk in an almost unintelligble stream of low diction words and phrases. You really don't want the day to go south, it is nice and sunny out. No guns, no cell phones, just sheep watching. Are you scared? I was. Not just from him, but from the "unknown" of the future. I had an interesting incident this morning where the local PO has already reviewed video and is now looking for a fat Sox fan with two poodles and a crappy car. Now I'm not scared anymore You? (I had whole story typed out, but GT logged me out) So this is all you get.