We had this homeless guy who preferred spending sub-zero nights in the warmth of an unsecured Bank foyer to that of the local shelter. This presented a problem to the general public in that there was a safety concern in making deposits in the night drop. We received numerous requests from both the bank and its patrons to handle the problem, but nobody was willing to sign a criminal-trespass complaint. The standing order was to keep an eye on the business and tell him that he had to move on, whenever we found him there.
The guy's perception of reality was nil, and his thought process was warped. One moment he'd be cooperative, and then, without provocation, he'd flip. All of my prior encounters with this subject had ended with him making crazy accusations and remarks, but he'd always complied.
On this particular night I found the subject just as he was settling in on the floor beneath the night-deposit drop box. I told him that he had to be moving on. As he lay there, he complained to me that he'd just arrived there. I told him that he still had to be moving on. He grumbled some as he got up, and I followed behind him as he started toward the door. Well, all I can figure is that the thought of going back out into a minus-twenty-degree wind chill flipped his switch. He turned around, with both fists clenched at his sides, and said, "I'm tired of you guys always F-ing with me".
I dropped back into a defensive stance and un-holstered my
10X Dominator, and he found himself staring into 500 lumens of blinding light. His immediate reaction was to turn his head slightly left so that only his right eye was engaged in a futile stare-down with the 10X.
I've got to admit, I was somewhat impressed that he only squinted slightly, never blinking and never raising his hand to block the light He said to me, "Get that F-ing light out of my eye. " As I watched his pupil shrink to the size of a pinhead, and the glare in his eye dwindle as it was drying out, I told him that the only way to get the light out of his eye was to walk out the door. So he did.
No fight, no paperwork, no use of force.
Kire H.
Pasadena, TX
