A friend of mine once chased off a burglar in the middle of the night by running naked at them with a sword.williaty wrote: ↑Mon Sep 16, 2019 9:47 pmAbout that time, said staffer comes head first out the window swinging a scimitar of the crappy chrome variety of blade you find for $5 at the low-rent government surplus stores. The driver of the car was as baffled by this action as I was and he decided to nope the fuck out of there.
To answer OP's question, yes, once, that I had completely forgotten about until just now. In the mid-80s, a couple of friends and I rented our very first apartment. In Detroit. Not far from the Ambassador Bridge. One night we were awakened in the wee hours by somebody pounding the hell out of our front door. Being the only one of us who owned a weapon, I loaded the single-shot 16-gauge that I had inherited from my grampa, shoved two or three more shells in the pockets of my jammies, and went downstairs. The other two roommates, who had called out from their bedroom while I was loading up to see if I had heard the knocking, stayed upstairs. I reached the bottom of the stairs, shouldered the shotgun, and swept the curtain back from the window in the door. Turned out I was pointing my shotgun right at the face of another friend. He made a shocked face. I lowered the weapon and unlocked the door, while letting my roomies know who it was. Other friend plus two were on their way back from Windsor and were having a car problem. They wanted a safe place to call and wait for a tow truck.