Same time and place, same bar. I had just started what was going to be a long night. One of the regulars was Dan, an electrician that lived in the apartment building behind the bar.
On the day in question, Dan was quietly drinking a beer and, I thought, talking to one of the bar stains that frequented the place. Dan catches my attention and says, "Will you tell this guy to quit bugging me for drinks?"
I look at about 120 pounds of alcoholic nuisance and ask him, "Do you have money?"
"Man, I know this dude. Remember? We was at that other bar and talkin'?"
I look at Dan who states, "I've never seen this guy in my life."
I ask Mr. Stain, "Do you want a beer?"
"I wants one, but I ain't got no money!"
"Well, no money, no reason to be here. You'll have to leave."
After a couple of references to my race and ancestry, he says, "MAKE me leave this bar!"
I start to come around the bar when he scurries out the exit. About 5 minutes later, another regular comes in and says there's some guy outside waving a gun in a holster around saying that he's gonna shoot me. At this, I call the police and let them know what's up. In the meantime, Stain leans in the door and asks me outside saying, "I gots somethin' to show you."
I indicate that anything he wants to show me, he's going to have to show me in the bar because I can't leave. Another familial reference and he's out the door.
Now business has begun picking up and a few minutes later, I hear the door open. I look to see Mr. Stain coming in again. I pick up my 1911 from under the bar and point it towards him below the bar, out of sight.
Now Mr. Stain is apologetic and asking my forgiveness. Knowing this to be a diversionary tactic, I keep my distance and keep the pistol pointed in his direction. About that time, 2 of Detroit's Finest walk in and I point them towards Mr. Stain. They brace him and go through his pockets. I hear one of the cops say, Do you know how stupid you are? That man was going to kill you (meaning me)."
The officer then proceeds to show me a semi-realistic squirt gun that Mr. Stain kept in an eyeglasses case, and a pint of Mohawk Vodka
that he had in his other pocket. Handcuffs, apologies, and big thanks to the officers, and another night is off and running.