I almost got into a situation over the weekend like what happened with the guys and that jogger.
There was some strange guy hanging out in the office building I was at. There is a bar in the basement of the building we like to go. Best 420 Sweetwater beer in Atlanta! Anyways the bartender, our friend, didn't feel comfortable with him there as he loitering in the lobby for hours.
She asked me to speak to him, which I did. I introduce myself, small talked a bit, then let him know some people are not comfortable with him hanging out in the lobby. I asked him if he had a place to go. He said yeah. He wanted a soda out of the vending machine but he had no change. I said I have no change but I could get him. a Coke from the bar. He declined then he said he would leave. Cool.
I didn't see him for a few hours.
It's about 11 and he's in the lobby again. I find him and lead him outside. I told him that they are getting really worried about him being there, and he should leave. I offer him a smoke, and maybe a ride. He said he didn't need one. He said he would just walk to Mickey D's. Cool
Another hour goes by. He's in the lobby again. Now my patient is running thin. This time I tell him to leave the building, but I'm still cool with. I talk with him for 30 minutes about life and things. He's homeless but would like a ride to his sister place. How far is that I asked? About an hour away. Sorry, can't do that. What about a ride to Mickey D's. If it gets you put of here, fine. So he asks if he can go back in get his stuff. Sure, but I will escort you because I don't want anyone call them cops. Understand? Yeah. Cool.
Well the bastard ditches me in the stairwells. I can't find him. It's like a game to him. Fuck it. I get my gun out of the truck. I got my knife out. Other people get their weapons. We don't know what this guy is up to, but we know he's high on drugs.
We yell up the stairwells that he has one minute to come down or we're calling the police. There's only one way out, through the basement. Front doors are locked. Either the lobby or the loading dock fire exit that will sound an alarm unless you have a key. He comes down with a backpack and jacket like nothing happens.
He like "can you give me a ride?" I said "No. It's time for you go." He starts walking to the stairs "the door is over here." We make it outside, and starts playing nice; begging for a ride. I lose it. I'm pissed off. I start telling to "get the fuck out here!!" I use my god voice. I so pissed i scare everyone else outside. People are like "holy shit. You're scary piss off."
The point being, if Mr Didnu Nuffins tried to do anything to me or anyone in that bar, I would have triple tapped his ass with 45 ACP 230 HST. And with an Q sticker on my truck, and my wife recording, you know it would be national news.
Headlines would be:
Long Haired White Supremacist Qanon guns down homeless black boy asking for a Coca-Cola and a ride to his sisters.
It was a fucking Pepsi machine, but you get the point.
I almost got into a situation over the weekend like what happened with the guys and that jogger.
There was some strange guy hanging out in the office building I was at. There is a bar in the basement of the building we like to go. Best 420 Sweetwater beer in Atlanta! Anyways the bartender, our friend, didn't feel comfortable with him there as he loitering in the lobby for hours.
She asked me to speak to him, which I did. I introduce myself, small talked a bit, then let him know some people are not comfortable with him hanging out in the lobby. I asked him if he had a place to go. He said yeah. He wanted a soda out of the vending machine but he had no change. I said I have no change but I could get him. a Coke from the bar. He declined then he said he would leave. Cool.
I didn't see him for a few hours.
It's about 11 and he's in the lobby again. I find him and lead him outside. I told him that they are getting really worried about him being there, and he should leave. I offer him a smoke, and maybe a ride. He said he didn't need one. He said he would just walk to Mickey D's. Cool
Another hour goes by. He's in the lobby again. Now my patient is running thin. This time I tell him to leave the building, but I'm still cool with. I talk with him for 30 minutes about life and things. He's homeless but would like a ride to his sister place. How far is that I asked? About an hour away. Sorry, can't do that. What about a ride to Mickey D's. If it gets you put of here, fine. So he asks if he can go back in get his stuff. Sure, but I will escort you because I don't want anyone call them cops. Understand? Yeah. Cool.
Well the bastard ditches me in the stairwells. I can't find him. It's like a game to him. Fuck it. I get my gun out of the truck. I got my knife out. Other people get their weapons. We don't know what this guy is up to, but we know he's high on drugs.
We yell up the stairwells that he has one minute to come down or we're calling the police. There's only one way out, through the basement. Front doors are locked. Either the lobby or the loading dock fire exit that will sound an alarm unless you have a key. He comes down with a backpack and jacket like nothing happens.
He like "can you give me a ride?" I said "No. It's time for you go." He starts walking to the stairs "the door is over here." We make it outside, and starts playing nice; begging for a ride. I lose it. I'm pissed off. I start telling to "get the fuck out here!!" I use my god voice. I so pissed i scare everyone else outside. People are like "holy shit. You're scary piss off."
The point being, if Mr Didnu Nuffins tried to do anything to me or anyone in that bar, I would have triple tapped his ass with 45 ACP 230 HST. And with an Q sticker on my truck, and my wife recording, you know it would be national news.
Headlines would be:
Long Haired White Supremacist Qanon guns down homeless black boy asking for a Coca-Cola.
It was a fucking Pepsi machine, but you get the point.
I almost got into a situation over the weekend like what happened with the guys and that jogger.
There was some strange guy hanging out in the office building I was at. There is a bar in the basement of the building we like to go. Best 420 Sweetwater beer in Atlanta! Anyways the bartender, our friend, didn't feel comfortable with him there as he loitering in the lobby for hours.
She asked me to speak to him, which I did. I introduce myself, small talked a bit, then let him know some people are not comfortable with him hanging out in the lobby. I asked him if he had a place to go. He said yeah. He wanted a soda out of the vending machine but he had no change. I said I have no change but I could get him. a Coke from the bar. He declined then he said he would leave. Cool.
I didn't see him for a few hours.
It's about 11 and he's in the lobby again. I find him and lead him outside. I told him that they are getting really worried about him being there, and he should leave. I offer him a smoke, and maybe a ride. He said he didn't need one. He said he would just walk to Mickey D's. Cool
Another hour goes by. He's in the lobby again. Now my patient is running thin. This time I tell him to leave the building, but I'm still cool with. I talk with him for 30 minutes about life and things. He's homeless but would like a ride to his sister place. How far is that I asked? About an hour away. Sorry, can't do that. What about a ride to Mickey D's. If it gets you put of here, fine. So he asks if he can go back in get his stuff. Sure, but I will escort you because I don't want anyone call them cops. Understand? Yeah. Cool.
Well the bastard ditches me in the stairwells. I can't find him. It's like a game to him. Fuck it. I get my gun out of the truck. I got my knife out. Other people get their weapons. We don't know what this guy is up to, but we know he's high on drugs.
We yell up the stairwells that he has one minute to come down or we're calling the police. There's only one way out, through the basement. Front doors are locked. Either the lobby or the loading dock fire exit that will sound an alarm unless you have a key. He comes down with a backpack and jacket like nothing happens.
He like "can you give me a ride?" I said "No. It's time for you go." He starts walking to the stairs "the door is over here." We make it outside, and starts playing nice; begging for a ride. I lose it. I'm pissed off. I start telling to "get the fuck out here!!" I use my god voice. I so pissed i scare everyone else outside. People are like "holy shit. You're scary piss off."
The point being, if Mr Didnu Nuffins tried to do anything to me or anyone in that bar, I would have triple tapped his ass with 45 ACP 230 HST. And with Q sticker on my truck, and my wife recording, it would be national news.
Headlines would be:
Long Haired White Supremacist Qanon guns down homeless black boy asking for a Coca-Cola.
It was a fucking Pepsi machine, but you get the point.