A little story:2010 my wife, daughter, and granddaughter went with me to New Orleans, and I stopped at this gas station on “Read” blvd to get gas and coffee. Upon entering the gas station, I bumped into this young black 14 or 15-year-old boy; I said Sorry, he turned around quickly with glaring eyes don’t touch me, white man, I turned and walked away with him following close behind my mouth on full speed, I noticed another young man with a scarf on his head like the one trailing me, I realized they were together. As I got to the coffee, this young black boy in tow, I noticed in his belt a weapon, and I realized this had been turned up a couple of notches. Everyone in the store now is watching to see where this is going, I am the only white person, and I have my wife and girls in the car out front. My combat experience kicked in; I picked up a can of “Campbell” soup and walked towards the other young man by the door and the cashier; I knew that attacking one boy at a time might get me killed; I needed both together. The boy behind me I knew had a gun to be my first target, and the other boy was leaning against the glass by the door. The can of soup to the temple of the first guy, if not deadly, would be enough for me to get the second guy hurt against the glass. The other folks in the store, I figured, wouldn’t become involved. My plan set, seconds away from being ignited, as by now, I am not the least bit afraid but determined not to be killed. The cashier, a young black lady, looked straight into my eyes, and she must have seen something; she jumped into action and told the boy to leave the store immediately, and if he acted this way again, he wouldn’t be allowed back into the store. With some parting words left, the cashier took the can of soup, put it on the back counter, and told me the coffee was free. When I get back in the car, “what took so long,” as I try to explain, is cut off about some important girl issues and had no meaning, no more explanation!!!