I had a pretty serious "Pull of the Weasel" moment on the Wednesday. It might have been the best day for it, but I felt the pull, and fought it off.
I still think my best "Pull of the Weasel" moment, when I didn't resist, was as follows:
I was working the door at a crummy not-entirely-legal nightclub in Boston in the late '90s. After 1AM, I moved from the outer door, to the inner door which was at the top of a flight of very old wooden stairs. Well, a coked-out, belligerent jerk tried to get past me. I told him to leave, he pulled out a big wad of money, and peeled off a $100 bill, and wadded it up, threw it at me, and said that now that he had paid the cover, I owed him some change, and addmittance to the establishment. I told him that he needed to leave ( I moved my foot over the bill, c'mon, it was a freaking hundred dollar bill.) Now, understand that we were standing close together, and his back was to the stairs. He grabbed my tie, and this is where the Pull of the Weasel hit me. I could have grabbed him, and saved him from a very bad choice, or I could let him go for it. As he held my tie, he spit on me, thus making the decision much easier. he then yanked my tie as hard as he could. Let this be a lesson to all of y'all out there who may not know... smart security monkeys who wear ties... we wear clip-ons. Captain Coke-Head yanks back with a furious pull, in an attempt to send me down the stairs, but he goes badly off balance, and rolls down to the first floor. I pick up the cash he threw at me, go down the stains, get my tie, drag him outside, go and wash the spit off my face and jacket, and return to my post. I didn't technically do anything to him, but I really could have saved him from the fall. The Weasel got me that time.