Buddy and I were headed to the farm to set up feeders and cams years ago. We drove behind some clowns that were probably drinking for a couple of miles. All over the road over and under the speed limit.
Finally got a break and passed them, cruising along until getting to Lamont where I need to fill some fuel cans.
They pulled in, and one guy all puffed up approached me talking crap. Never said a word, just pulled the nozzle out of the gas tank and pointed it at him.
The situation was over. Got a couple of FU’s as he walked away.
That’s my only public convenience store altercation.