DrakeZ07
Regular Member
Not really, though, more like the sigh heard across the store, or the sigh heard across the waiting line at subway.
So last night about 2am I woke up from bed with a growling belly, and a near-empty fridge. Friday's paycheck having been put mostly into buying the tools I need to take out the inboard motor on my new old boat, so I hadn't bothered to get groceries. Anyway, got my self dressed as best I could in a hungry and sleepy state, and slapped on my .45LC ruger revolver; I don't like to go out at night unarmed, even if its to a truck stop in a well-lit area. So, I make my way up to the Pilot truck stop near me, which has a 24hr subway. Make my way in, trying to decide if I wanted a sub, or the choke n' puke mcdonalds, then eventually resigning to having subway. Unfortunately, the time of night must have been such that one of the factorie's night-shifts ended, because there was a line of about five people at the subway station.
Now, I've never had any problems open carrying in the truck stop, or at the subway station within, or at the McD's either, I've OC'd plenty of times at different hours of the day and night at many different subway stores, and in-station stores, and have never once been asked to leave or anything of the such. So, I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary in my haze of hunger and single-minded viewing of the different meat options. So, I'm standing in line, leaning against a table, waiting for my turn in line. Nothing special, nothing eventful. Two people get their orders, and move out of the way, three people and myself left in line.
A state trooper walks in, and comes up behind me, i eased my head around to glance at him, we caught each others gaze, nodded and said our hellos, but that was it, just a hungry OC'er, and a hungry statie in line.
Boring so far, isn't it? Don't worry, it's about to get less boring.
one of the subway clerks is a trainee, and has to ask the assistant manager about how much veggies to use on EACH and EVERY sandwich. So something that shouldn't take that much time, turns into a half an hour wait for food. But hey, I like subway, and I'm determined to stuff my face with food.
I noticed the statie sigh heavily, and walked over to the McD station. Just as he left, a guy and a girl, a couple that is, walked in and took their place behind me. The line moves up a bit, and now I'm second in line.
I checked my watch, 2:37am. Without skipping a beat, I just barely heard the guy behind me say to the woman next to him; "bet it's fake, fa**ots cant carry". then, by the blessing of the gods of stupidity and non-thinking, I felt someone grab and jerk my pistol. Caught somewhat off-guard by the action, and fuming at the anti-gay slur, I turned and looked as the guy let go of my revolver, loaded with 180gr .45 Long colt hallowpoints, six rounds, six chambers. My retention holster kept the pistol in place. This idiot, stood about 5'10", a little shorter than myself, his girlfriend about the same height as him. Both sorta heavyset, and wearing tan colored shirts. My hand snapped down to grab my pistol's handle, and I unsnapped the retention strap, in case I had to draw, but the pistol stayed in its comfy holster. The guy caught me off guard again by uttering between mouth-breathing breathes, loudly spoke in a means to get attention; "What're you gonna do f*gboy?"
Now, this all happened within the time span of about a minute, or two. I'm next in line, I'm hungry, I'm tired cuz I woke up a couple hours after going to bed, and I really like to get a full ten hours of sleep, so I was kinda cranky.
Pistol in the holster, snap band unsnapped, hand on the pistol's grip, staring at a guy that had the audacity to not only grab my pistol, but to insult me while he was at it, and insult me to my face. The only thing going through my mind at the time was; "Don't do this to me." What neither myself, nor the idiot and his woman noticed, was the statie that had been standing about fifteen feet away, munching on his french fries, watching us the whole time, not doing anything, not saying anything, just enjoying his french fries and the show.
The idiot stepped up to me and squared his shoulders, looked me square in the eyes, "Get lost 'for you get hurt". I'm standing my ground. I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm very acutely aware of things, my hand has a death grip on my pistol in it's holster. All I said to the guy was; "Sir, step back and stand down, I am legally armed and will defend myself if provoked". Statie walks over, puts his greasy hand on the guy's shoulder, pushed him back some, but his other hand on my shoulder, and squeezed. "Easy guys, it's been a long night, and I don't wanna have to lock you both up."
So, let go of my pistol and snapped the snap-strap on the holster, and relaxed a bit, the statie told me to wait, and moved the idiot over to chat with them. I let out a heavy sigh and ordered my food while I waited. Picking the veggies I want, and the sauce I want, the statie comes up to me, and simply says; "My advice, get rid of the pink hair, and don't wear that thing in the open" before patting my shoulder and walking away.
--- Long story short: Someone grabbed my gun, insulted me twice, was delayed in getting food, inconvienenced, and told by a cop to not open carry.
[Taking from the star trek episodes intro] These are the mis-adventures of DrakeZ07, his mission, to seek out food and entertaining when it beckons him, to open carry at-will, and to always find himself a magnet for trouble, like it or not. [que TOS theme].
There's so many things wrong with what happened last night, that I'm virtually stuck in a permanent face-palm. Like, what idiot thinks its a good idea to GRAB SOMEONES HOLSTERED GUN?! What idiot thinks its a good idea to use a slur to insult someone WEARING A HOLSTERED GUN?! what idiot statie thinks its a fantastic idea to stand out of the way, eating french fries, and watch as someone verbally assualts a guy with a holstered gun, and challenging them in a confrontational manner, AND NOT STEP IN at the very moment things go from an insult, to a grab?! Is this what my tax money is going towards? I don't much care for LEOs in the first place, but they have a job to do, and that job is protect and serve, not stand by idly watching things and eating and not saying anything until the very moment that something is on the verge of happening.
HEY! I'M GONNA STAND HERE LIKE AN IDIOT AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ANOTHER IDIOT MAKES A GRAB AND CONFRONTS A OPEN CARRIER! *retarded sounds*. THEN I'M GOING TO TELL THE OPEN CARRIER TO GET RID OF HIS PINK HAIR AND TO NOT OPEN CARRY IN THE FUTURE! I'M A GOOD COP, NOW IM GONNA GO STUFF MY FACE.
I'm still peeved off about it, even though I had my sammich, and I slept relatively well when I got home. Ugh, I just wanna slap something, ya know? The stupidity, ignorence, and sheer laziness of my fellow man, uniformed or not, makes me want to just live in a concrete bunker and never leave it.
I'm not saying its a commonplace thing for me, it's actually a one-in-ten occurance that I come across someone who thinks is all fine and dandy to use the F-slur towards me, or a cop that says I shouldn't OC. But one-in-ten is still too common for my own tastes. I mean, sure, I could change my hair to my normal colour, and sure, I could conceal carry, I'd probably have fewer encounters with stupid people, but no. Why should -I- have to change anything about myself, just to please someone else?
Stuff like that makes me want to move to a well-populated city, for the acceptance of who and what I am, that living and being in the rural areas doesn't yield, but then it's a unpleasent trade off for acceptance of who/what I am, but in turn I'd probably be more susceptible to people being confrontative and mouthy about my OC rig. I wish I could find a place to live where I could OC and be /very/ open of my sexuality, without having some idiot come up and try to challenge or get a thrill, from me.
[Screw spelling, too peeved. also, /end rant.]
So last night about 2am I woke up from bed with a growling belly, and a near-empty fridge. Friday's paycheck having been put mostly into buying the tools I need to take out the inboard motor on my new old boat, so I hadn't bothered to get groceries. Anyway, got my self dressed as best I could in a hungry and sleepy state, and slapped on my .45LC ruger revolver; I don't like to go out at night unarmed, even if its to a truck stop in a well-lit area. So, I make my way up to the Pilot truck stop near me, which has a 24hr subway. Make my way in, trying to decide if I wanted a sub, or the choke n' puke mcdonalds, then eventually resigning to having subway. Unfortunately, the time of night must have been such that one of the factorie's night-shifts ended, because there was a line of about five people at the subway station.
Now, I've never had any problems open carrying in the truck stop, or at the subway station within, or at the McD's either, I've OC'd plenty of times at different hours of the day and night at many different subway stores, and in-station stores, and have never once been asked to leave or anything of the such. So, I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary in my haze of hunger and single-minded viewing of the different meat options. So, I'm standing in line, leaning against a table, waiting for my turn in line. Nothing special, nothing eventful. Two people get their orders, and move out of the way, three people and myself left in line.
A state trooper walks in, and comes up behind me, i eased my head around to glance at him, we caught each others gaze, nodded and said our hellos, but that was it, just a hungry OC'er, and a hungry statie in line.
Boring so far, isn't it? Don't worry, it's about to get less boring.
one of the subway clerks is a trainee, and has to ask the assistant manager about how much veggies to use on EACH and EVERY sandwich. So something that shouldn't take that much time, turns into a half an hour wait for food. But hey, I like subway, and I'm determined to stuff my face with food.
I noticed the statie sigh heavily, and walked over to the McD station. Just as he left, a guy and a girl, a couple that is, walked in and took their place behind me. The line moves up a bit, and now I'm second in line.
I checked my watch, 2:37am. Without skipping a beat, I just barely heard the guy behind me say to the woman next to him; "bet it's fake, fa**ots cant carry". then, by the blessing of the gods of stupidity and non-thinking, I felt someone grab and jerk my pistol. Caught somewhat off-guard by the action, and fuming at the anti-gay slur, I turned and looked as the guy let go of my revolver, loaded with 180gr .45 Long colt hallowpoints, six rounds, six chambers. My retention holster kept the pistol in place. This idiot, stood about 5'10", a little shorter than myself, his girlfriend about the same height as him. Both sorta heavyset, and wearing tan colored shirts. My hand snapped down to grab my pistol's handle, and I unsnapped the retention strap, in case I had to draw, but the pistol stayed in its comfy holster. The guy caught me off guard again by uttering between mouth-breathing breathes, loudly spoke in a means to get attention; "What're you gonna do f*gboy?"
Now, this all happened within the time span of about a minute, or two. I'm next in line, I'm hungry, I'm tired cuz I woke up a couple hours after going to bed, and I really like to get a full ten hours of sleep, so I was kinda cranky.
Pistol in the holster, snap band unsnapped, hand on the pistol's grip, staring at a guy that had the audacity to not only grab my pistol, but to insult me while he was at it, and insult me to my face. The only thing going through my mind at the time was; "Don't do this to me." What neither myself, nor the idiot and his woman noticed, was the statie that had been standing about fifteen feet away, munching on his french fries, watching us the whole time, not doing anything, not saying anything, just enjoying his french fries and the show.
The idiot stepped up to me and squared his shoulders, looked me square in the eyes, "Get lost 'for you get hurt". I'm standing my ground. I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm very acutely aware of things, my hand has a death grip on my pistol in it's holster. All I said to the guy was; "Sir, step back and stand down, I am legally armed and will defend myself if provoked". Statie walks over, puts his greasy hand on the guy's shoulder, pushed him back some, but his other hand on my shoulder, and squeezed. "Easy guys, it's been a long night, and I don't wanna have to lock you both up."
So, let go of my pistol and snapped the snap-strap on the holster, and relaxed a bit, the statie told me to wait, and moved the idiot over to chat with them. I let out a heavy sigh and ordered my food while I waited. Picking the veggies I want, and the sauce I want, the statie comes up to me, and simply says; "My advice, get rid of the pink hair, and don't wear that thing in the open" before patting my shoulder and walking away.
--- Long story short: Someone grabbed my gun, insulted me twice, was delayed in getting food, inconvienenced, and told by a cop to not open carry.
[Taking from the star trek episodes intro] These are the mis-adventures of DrakeZ07, his mission, to seek out food and entertaining when it beckons him, to open carry at-will, and to always find himself a magnet for trouble, like it or not. [que TOS theme].
There's so many things wrong with what happened last night, that I'm virtually stuck in a permanent face-palm. Like, what idiot thinks its a good idea to GRAB SOMEONES HOLSTERED GUN?! What idiot thinks its a good idea to use a slur to insult someone WEARING A HOLSTERED GUN?! what idiot statie thinks its a fantastic idea to stand out of the way, eating french fries, and watch as someone verbally assualts a guy with a holstered gun, and challenging them in a confrontational manner, AND NOT STEP IN at the very moment things go from an insult, to a grab?! Is this what my tax money is going towards? I don't much care for LEOs in the first place, but they have a job to do, and that job is protect and serve, not stand by idly watching things and eating and not saying anything until the very moment that something is on the verge of happening.
HEY! I'M GONNA STAND HERE LIKE AN IDIOT AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ANOTHER IDIOT MAKES A GRAB AND CONFRONTS A OPEN CARRIER! *retarded sounds*. THEN I'M GOING TO TELL THE OPEN CARRIER TO GET RID OF HIS PINK HAIR AND TO NOT OPEN CARRY IN THE FUTURE! I'M A GOOD COP, NOW IM GONNA GO STUFF MY FACE.
I'm still peeved off about it, even though I had my sammich, and I slept relatively well when I got home. Ugh, I just wanna slap something, ya know? The stupidity, ignorence, and sheer laziness of my fellow man, uniformed or not, makes me want to just live in a concrete bunker and never leave it.
I'm not saying its a commonplace thing for me, it's actually a one-in-ten occurance that I come across someone who thinks is all fine and dandy to use the F-slur towards me, or a cop that says I shouldn't OC. But one-in-ten is still too common for my own tastes. I mean, sure, I could change my hair to my normal colour, and sure, I could conceal carry, I'd probably have fewer encounters with stupid people, but no. Why should -I- have to change anything about myself, just to please someone else?
Stuff like that makes me want to move to a well-populated city, for the acceptance of who and what I am, that living and being in the rural areas doesn't yield, but then it's a unpleasent trade off for acceptance of who/what I am, but in turn I'd probably be more susceptible to people being confrontative and mouthy about my OC rig. I wish I could find a place to live where I could OC and be /very/ open of my sexuality, without having some idiot come up and try to challenge or get a thrill, from me.
[Screw spelling, too peeved. also, /end rant.]