jahwarrior
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so, i took my son to get some vaccinations yesterday. rotovirus, hep b , and so on. he took them remarkably well, and i decided to stop at a Dunkin Donuts before heading home; there's one less than 2 blocks from my home.
i decided to carry him in instead of of taking the stroller, because it would be quicker, and he'd fuss less. as i waited on line, a young guy, probably in his 20's, kept staring at me. i ordered a coffee with a Turbo shot, and a multi grain bagel, toasted, with light cream cheese. as i turned to leave, he barked out, "you need to cover that up!"
"excuse me?"
"i said you need to cover that up. you can't carry a gun like that."
"oh yeah?"
"yeah."
"says who?"
"says me. i'm a cop. and i say, you need to cover that up."
"can i see your badge?"
"what? why?"
"you just told me you're a cop. now you're obligated to prove it to me. you can't just go around telling people you're a cop. if you're not, you're committing a crime."
"i don't have to show you a damned thing!"
"then i'm calling the police myself."
"what? fine." he went into his back pocket, took out a wallet, and showed me his badge...for the Paterson, NJ PD.
"wait, you're a cop in NJ?"
"yeah, so? i'm a cop, and that's all that matters."
"hahahahaha! listen, buddy, that badge means absolutely dick here. for one thing, open carry is legal throughout PA. for another thing, you can't enforce NJ law here. for one last thing, every cop in this town is now painfully aware that open carry is legal."
"oh yeah? how about we call them, and let them decide that when they get here?"
"how about i call them on my own phone? and when they get here, we can both watch them do NOT A DAMN THING." he sat in silence, thinking of a response, i think. "well, you want me to call them, or are we done?"
"you're gonna get jammed up one of these days, and when--"
"shut up."
"what?"
"i said shut up. just shut the **** up, already." he mumbled something under his breath, and i walked out.
...and today, i went to Giant market, to pick up some tortilla chips, soda, and other munchies. as i walked up and down the aisle, a large man walked in my direction. when i say large, i mean...obese. not just obese, but sloppy, offensively obese. he had low slung arms, short legs, a dirty t shirt that was too small for him, and an extra neck. he looked like what a gorilla would look like if they could get obese. his breathing was labored; he sounded like he was sweating under his clothes.
he was pushing a cart full of junk food. i immediately regretted some of my purchase choices, looking at him. but at least i junk out in moderation. he stopped short, looked at me, and stated flatly, "you know, you shouldn't carry a gun in here. it's offensive."
"say what, now?"
"the gun. that's the stupidest thing i've ever seen. you should leave it home, or at least cover it up."
"speaking of covering up, you should wear a shirt that covers that flab next time you leave the house."
"what? you *******. i'm getting the manager." he shuffled off.
i continued shopping without incident. the manager was working a register, and i paid for my items, and left.
i decided to carry him in instead of of taking the stroller, because it would be quicker, and he'd fuss less. as i waited on line, a young guy, probably in his 20's, kept staring at me. i ordered a coffee with a Turbo shot, and a multi grain bagel, toasted, with light cream cheese. as i turned to leave, he barked out, "you need to cover that up!"
"excuse me?"
"i said you need to cover that up. you can't carry a gun like that."
"oh yeah?"
"yeah."
"says who?"
"says me. i'm a cop. and i say, you need to cover that up."
"can i see your badge?"
"what? why?"
"you just told me you're a cop. now you're obligated to prove it to me. you can't just go around telling people you're a cop. if you're not, you're committing a crime."
"i don't have to show you a damned thing!"
"then i'm calling the police myself."
"what? fine." he went into his back pocket, took out a wallet, and showed me his badge...for the Paterson, NJ PD.
"wait, you're a cop in NJ?"
"yeah, so? i'm a cop, and that's all that matters."
"hahahahaha! listen, buddy, that badge means absolutely dick here. for one thing, open carry is legal throughout PA. for another thing, you can't enforce NJ law here. for one last thing, every cop in this town is now painfully aware that open carry is legal."
"oh yeah? how about we call them, and let them decide that when they get here?"
"how about i call them on my own phone? and when they get here, we can both watch them do NOT A DAMN THING." he sat in silence, thinking of a response, i think. "well, you want me to call them, or are we done?"
"you're gonna get jammed up one of these days, and when--"
"shut up."
"what?"
"i said shut up. just shut the **** up, already." he mumbled something under his breath, and i walked out.
...and today, i went to Giant market, to pick up some tortilla chips, soda, and other munchies. as i walked up and down the aisle, a large man walked in my direction. when i say large, i mean...obese. not just obese, but sloppy, offensively obese. he had low slung arms, short legs, a dirty t shirt that was too small for him, and an extra neck. he looked like what a gorilla would look like if they could get obese. his breathing was labored; he sounded like he was sweating under his clothes.
he was pushing a cart full of junk food. i immediately regretted some of my purchase choices, looking at him. but at least i junk out in moderation. he stopped short, looked at me, and stated flatly, "you know, you shouldn't carry a gun in here. it's offensive."
"say what, now?"
"the gun. that's the stupidest thing i've ever seen. you should leave it home, or at least cover it up."
"speaking of covering up, you should wear a shirt that covers that flab next time you leave the house."
"what? you *******. i'm getting the manager." he shuffled off.
i continued shopping without incident. the manager was working a register, and i paid for my items, and left.