So this past Saturday, my fiancÃ©e and I went downtown to the Archdiocese of Atlanta for our one day Pre-Cana workshop. As it was a â€œchurch functionâ€ and off limits under O.C.G.A. Â§ 16-11-127 (b), I was unarmed while in attendance. When it came time for lunch, we were given an hour and ventured out to get a bite to eat. She wanted Moeâ€™s, but I said no since the GA Legislature somehow feels that being in the presence of alcohol will intoxicate me (or my Glock) and that it will be a danger to the public. We settled on Arbyâ€™s (I know, 5 star dining at its finest). All was fine until we were leaving and she wanted to get a milkshake for the road. While waiting for the milkshake, a guy who was obviously up to no good came in the establishment. Here it is almost 100 degress outside and heâ€™s wearing jeans and a long sleeve thermal shirt. It was an African male, 5â€™8â€ â€“ 5â€™10â€ weighing about 150-160 lbs. He was visibly impaired and began pounding on the counter and shouting at the people who worked there. Then he began walking through the dining area yelling at the customers. Thatâ€™s when I told my better half to head for the door. As weâ€™re heading for the door, he quickly reached towards his waistband, at which time I physically pushed her out the door and we made a bee line for the car. While I was unlocking the doors, this clown comes out of the establishment and heads right towards us. I very loudly told him to stop. He didnâ€™t. I was able to get in the car and backed out of my parking space. Once I got in the car, I removed my gun and holster from inside my waistband so the holstered gun was sitting on my lap. I back out and start to pull away when this clown begins pounding on the window of the car where I am sitting in an obvious attempt to break it. I pulled the gun out of the holster and pointed it at him with a verbal warning to back away. His eyes got pretty big at this point and he immediately put his hands up and backed away from the car. I called 911 to report him as he was urgently walking away down Spring Street. My formerly anti-gun fiancÃ©e was completely freaked out. After she calmed down, her first comment was â€œI never thought I would truly see the day when I was glad to have a gun around me.â€ She also said that the next free weekend we have that she wants to go to the range, and that now she is considering applying for her GFL. My summation of the events: Situational awareness is everything. I noticed the guy before he came in the door, and was ready should he have come in and drawn. When the situation presented itself, I made sure that me and my loved one were out the door. I avoided the confrontation at all cost. When I told him to stop, I had already surveyed the situation, and based on the geography of where I was and where he was, it would have been safe to fire at him at that time if justified. Had I not had my gun with me, I was not in a position to flee once in the car unless I wanted to ram other vehicles and there was no way out. I did what I felt was the last viable option before I was left with no choice. My fiancÃ©e was the one to point out that my finger never touched the trigger the entire time (impressive that even under stress itâ€™s burned in my head, and even more impressive that she noticed this) All in all, itâ€™s a situation I never hope to be in again, but I feel that I took every necessary step to avoid the worst case scenario from happening all while protecting whatâ€™s important to me.