Aaron1124
Regular Member
Tonight I had just gotten home from doing some grocery shopping. After I unloaded all of my groceries from my trunk, I had noticed a horrible smell coming from my kitchen.. followed by me realizing my trash was in desperate need to be taken out. I grab the bag and head across the complex to the dumpster. As I approach the dumpster, I noticed it was heavily overflowing with garbage, coming out of the actual trash area. I couldn't even access the dumpster itself, so I just tossed my bag of garbage in there with the rest of the crap. Anyway, as I turn around, I noticed someone, probably in his late teens, approach the dumpster with a McDonalds bag. As soon as I made eye contact with him, I could tell that he was extremely high. He looked like he just got done smoking a foot long joint. I nod at him and continue walking. Before I know it, he gets back in his car and hollers out in a Beavis and Butthead tone of voice "Hey man.. is that a gun?"
I reply - "Yes, it is." (In a monotone voice)
Stoned Teen - "What do you use it for?"
I reply - "Uhm.. it's for protection" (As I continue walking away)
Stoned teen - "Oh well thats cool man. As long as you have your weapons permit then man!"
I reply - "Yeah.. I do, but I don't need one to carry it open."
At this point, I'm finally at a distance to where I'm far enough away for him to cease the conversation. I just got home from a long day and didn't feel like chatting about my firearm with a teen who was stoned off his butt. I've lived here for nearly a year, and it's the first time anyone has ever asked me about it. Just thought I'd share.
I reply - "Yes, it is." (In a monotone voice)
Stoned Teen - "What do you use it for?"
I reply - "Uhm.. it's for protection" (As I continue walking away)
Stoned teen - "Oh well thats cool man. As long as you have your weapons permit then man!"
I reply - "Yeah.. I do, but I don't need one to carry it open."
At this point, I'm finally at a distance to where I'm far enough away for him to cease the conversation. I just got home from a long day and didn't feel like chatting about my firearm with a teen who was stoned off his butt. I've lived here for nearly a year, and it's the first time anyone has ever asked me about it. Just thought I'd share.