Captain Taurus, on 13 March 2012 - 09:18 PM, said:
Instead of making fun of me, you boob! Why don't you share with us the time you had a gun pointed at you. That makes for interesting story telling. Don't hold back. Let us have it!
Well, I was working at my store, it was 1990 I think. I was about 23 or so. I was helping our store security guys bust two a-holes who stole a bunch of Levis and stuffed them into their heavy outerwear (odd for summer
in California... it was kind of a tipoff that they were going to steal from us). We chased them out to the parking lot (back in the days when I could run,
mind you; before
my motorcycle accident) where we thought they'd just dump the s**t and run (typical reaction when a shoplifter is caught). Instead, they just very calmly
turned around and pulled a couple of small pistols on us (my friend said they looked like .22s; I knew jack s**t about guns, so I didn't know). We raised our hands and started walking backward (I did NOT want to turn our backs on guys holding guns
on us!). Mall security saw the guys (but did NOTHING, of course). We went back in, filled out incident reports, called the police. That was pretty much it. Never recovered the merchandise. All in all, they stole a couple hundred bucks of stuff. It was a very bizarre
night.... I'll never forget it.
When I came home that night, my hands took about a good HOUR to steady. The thought that I almost died over some a-holes stealing denim! I just seemed so completely stupid, you know? From that day on, I knew if I ever had to go into combat? I'd either be killed in the first two minutes or get one HELL of a case of PTSD later... kind of like listening to Hansen!