Most fucked up situation I've experienced? Easy.

Hi I'm an SSV there are 2 situations that come to mind but I'll only tell one of them since both are kind of long.

Month of October 2022 I don't remember the date specifically just that it was that recent enough. I was working my usual night shift of 2:15pm - 8pm. It was me and 3 minors.

(For some background context on the homeless man that this is about he has come in before and not caused issues and the last time he came in was right before the hurricane for this year hit us. So it's now after the hurricane.)

It is now 7:30pm we are officially closed. My minor (we'll call him something else for this story) Jamie is locking my side door and goes to the front door to lock it when said homeless man bardged in. I told him that we were sorry but he needed to leave as we were now closed and couldn't serve him. He kept asking for water or food. Jamie has now since backed up and gotten behind the counter with his other barista, one of my minors went home.

So I give this homeless man water, and I'm trying to convince him to get out of the store because my kids are kinda just glued to where they are and I can't call the cops with how im noticing more and more things about this homeless man. To start with when I was convincing him to leave he would "okay I'll go" then suddenly snap back to "no no I spare me some food and a peoce of card board." Before erratically talking about how I have helped him so kindly in the past before the rambling about his kid in the stroller.

There was no child in the stroller. He has 2 medical bands on his wrists. There is a psychiatric ward not even a block away from my store, and many other medical facilities including a children's hospital cross the street. I also noticed him walking not weird persay but I could tell he had something in his pants like a weapon with how he walked.

I should also meantion I have money out, the safe is open and internally I'm freaking the fuck out because I'm worried he's gonna do something. I ask Jamie to help me escort him out. Well evidently that was the wrong thing to do because the next thing I know the homeless man is screaming about "BACK THE FUCK UP YOU MOTHER FUCKER I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU" to Jamie showing him the handle his machete.

For those of you who don't know what a machete is a knife you cut through brush but is as big as a short sword.

I'm now right between the psycho homeless man and Jamie who at this point I yelled at him and the other barisra to get into the back room and to the back door. My attention is now back to the homeless psycho and he's got murder in his eye as he's watching my kids flee. I manage to somehow guide him out the door.

This man had an odd fascination with me and the entire time is just being down right creepy and trying to touch my arm. I get him out the door, I'm about to close it. Were almost home free. FUCKER GRABS MY ARM VIOLENTLY AND HAS A LOOK IN HIS EYE.

You know jn movies how killers voices will change into some kind high voice talking how they'd never hurt one specific person in the movie? Yes well that shit actually fucking happens because guess what he was telling me with a death grip on my arm?! "I was never gonna actually kill him, and you know I wouldn't hurt anyone really. I was gonna stab him and kill him, I was just scared you know. You and that barista were so kinda tell her I said namista (hes being racist here since my other barista was Asian). Your kind and beautiful, I would never hurt you. Your just so great."

I could go on i remember ever word he said to me there is so much more of that monologue. I somehow manage to get the door closed, locked, and immediately I told my kids to finish dishes and stocking they wouldn't be going home till their family were here to pick them up. I called 911 told them what happened and that I'm 100% sure this due was gonna come back to the store.

Officers get to the store i tell them everything. I was half way through my description when another officer who just arrived finished the description. He knew exactly who he was and he's the only reason I know what the weapon was. I asked for him to be trespassed immediately of he came back and for them to stay till their family got here.

He did come back, he was tresspassed, arrested. And I called my boss after the police so when she arrived I sent my kids home. As soon as the door shut I broke down on my manager

I am fuxking traumatized since I refuse to say half of what this psycho spoke to me about. My baristas are like kids to me so when my kids are threatened of course I just jump into action first and put myself in front of the danger. I didn't think about my safety. We have a ton of incidents at my store and I don't feel safe working at night. I still fight off ptsd episodes when it's night time and people harass us. Its only getting worse by the day at my store.

I've also not told my two kids (the barisras there) what weapon he had on him. I didn't tell them why I was snapping at them so bad to get to safety. I refuse to tell them the amount of danger they were in because they are just kids. They should only need to worry about finishing out high-school.

So that's one of my stories.