We stopped at a truck stop in Mississippi to eat. Across the street was a fast food restaurant, and we decided to go eat there because of time constraints. The restaurant was attached to a gas station. The entire building was small compared to other similar setups we have visited.

It was just us and one other patron in there eating. We were just about done with our meal when a crazy-eyed dude came in yelling, “Is that your truck with the light bar on top?!?”

He was pointing at a Toyota 4×4 out the window and looking at me.

I looked at this little truck and then back at him and before I could reply, he said, “That’s gay, I just wanted you to know that’s gay and f$&king stupid.” And then went into the store section raising hell with the clerk about something.

The only other person on the restaurant just started laughing (was his truck), and so did we. We were just sort of shaking our heads saying, “What the hell was that?” I asked him if he knew him or something, and he just shrugged and said “nope” and laughed it off.

Well, we finished our nutritious mystery meat and fries and walked out patting our full bellies. We had to walk by the gas pumps on our way to walk back across the street to the truck stop where Gypsy was waiting. I heard somebody say something loud and looked over to see Crazy Eyes shouting some jiberrish at me. Well, we were going to have to walk a pretty good ways to our truck, and it wasn’t funny anymore. I’m thinking I may have to go a few rounds with Crazy Eyes now, and I’m starting to want to.

He is kind of walking towards us from the small pick-up he was by at the gas pump. So I said, “What is your problem?”

He stopped and said, “Oh yeah?!?” And sprints back to his pick-up and grabs a shot gun, pumps it, and points it at me!

We are about 40 yards apart or so, and I am thinking… hell, I wasn’t thinking at all, I was just scared. The barrel of a 12 gauge shotgun is really, really big when it’s pointed at you. Even from that far.

This is when Freckles decides she is going to kick his ass and starts running towards him. She doesn’t run fast, thankfully, so I caught her on about step five and sort of carry/dragged her back into the store. Freckles is fierce when it comes to people she cares about, always has been. But I have to tell you, that was next level even for her.

Well, we got in the store, and I told the clerk that there is a man with a gun out there and that he had just pointed it at me. They locked the doors and called the law. One of the customers walked out, phone in hand, intent on getting a picture of his plates. Crazy Eyes told that customer that it was just a pellet gun and drove off. Well, the people in the store believed that, and started kind of looking at us like we were drama queens or something, and it was at about that time the law arrived.

We explained to the officers what happened and shared what footage was available from cell phones. The officers took a report and put a BOLO (be on the lookout) for his truck and him. We described our truck and where we would be. About 20-30 minutes later, the patrol car came up to our truck and showed us a photo which wasn’t the guy, but who was the registered owner of the truck, (his brother, turns out). They stated that the city police, in a nearby jurisdiction, picked him up for DUI and a weapons charge.

The weapon? A loaded 12 gauge shotgun, with one in the chamber.