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Message: <blockquote data-quote="vantexan" data-source="post: 6027405" data-attributes="member: 24302"><p>When I was 27 I had a delivery to an office in downtown Seattle.  When I arrived the secretary of that office had just returned from lunch.  She was in her car, door open, and four street bums were at the door.  One was about a 6'6" Native American who was touching her and talking dirty to her.  She looked very scared.  I had a milk crate that I had my documents in.  Emptied it and walked over to them with the intention to use the crate upside their heads.  I asked if there was a problem and they took a look at me and walked away.  The Indian was angry but the other three pushed him along.  I'm no hero, just the guy who came along at that moment.</p></blockquote><p></p>