The wind of a cool autumn night was blowing the leaves around our feet as we wandered down the street. We worked closely together and became more than just partners on the job, but also partners in life. We held each other close, using the cool temperature as and excuse as we walked on, lost in each other’s arms. Our attention was so focused on each other that we became unaware of our surroundings and didn't noticed we had wandered off the main street and into the darkness of the side streets. Suddenly a man appeared before us from out of nowhere, holding a knife and demanding money, “Or else” he screamed. I put my arm in front of her as I pushed her behind me, standing between her and danger. I held out my money clip to him, I could see he was high on something that wasn't legal.
“Where’s your wallet?!”
“I don’t carry one”
“You gotta have credit cards, what about your bitch?”
“You can have my money but you don’t disrespect my lady.”
He waved his knife in front of my face; “Just what are you going to do about it?” He sounded as though he was in grade school.
I told him that he didn’t want to pursue this. He answered by putting the point of the knife to my chin, “I said, what are you going to do about it?”
I looked him in the eye and said; “I guess I can do this.” I pulled my gun and shot him.
He obviously didn't read the Robber's Handbook.
Rule number one: “Don’t pick on an off duty cop.”
Rule number two is “Don’t take a knife to a gun fight.”