My tire iron has been under my floor mat for 20 years... growing up around Chicago you learn to have something in close proximity if necessary...
Now in missouri I just carry a lasered 380.. tire iron is still there, mainly for nostalgia...
My only and best sucker punch story was when I was talking to some random hotty I've never seen and the meathead boyfriend came from the other room playing darts and was having none of it. After a verbal exchange, He pushed me away from the bar and immediately tried to come with a right to the nose, I dropped my phone from the push and in that instant I went to look down at the floor and the dude punched me right on the back hard part of my skull... he instantly grabbed his hand and made that grimace face of,"I just ****** my hand up"... he hurt my head, like getting up from under a table and wailing it on the underside, but I took it like a man and gave him no satisfaction of thinking he hurt me.. only later that night did i see the welt he left on my head...
It helped having a hard skull, because I laughed in his face right afterwards, and by that time I had a small posse ready to wail on this tourist coming to our bar and hitting a local.. in my neighborhood that never flew...
Ahhhhhhh, capricious and mildly insane youth.. hahhahhaa
