Outside of his time as an MP in the USAF, my dad had a gun pointed at him on a number of occasions. We lived in a pretty rough part of Cleveland (as opposed to all the other parts?), and his work took him into way rougher parts of Cleveland. Nothing ever came of it - the last time it happened (right in front of the house) he swatted it aside and told the guy "Don't be an idiot." The guy walked away. Almost amusing if my mom hadn't been so freaked out when she called me about it.
