Fallschirjmäger
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OC related, or "Dude, how much more do I reallllyyyy need to know about her?"
Reposted from my 'other home'.
As is my wont, I was openly carrying whilst procuring victuals, aka, grocery shopping for the week's food, and had no problems .... until I was out of the store and putting groceries in the back of Blubaru. Some younger gentleman with a cropped haircut was carrying a single grocery bag out after me and was apparently parked a few cars closer to the store than I was.
"Is that a gun?"
"Wha--, where?" I'm looking down at the right side of my belt. He points to the left side and starts again.
"On your belt, you can't carry a gun!"
"I'm pretty sure I can, it doesn't really weigh that much. Perhaps you meant I'm not permitted to carry a weapon? I'm licensed by the state of Georgia to carry deadly weapons." Yeah, I said 'deadly weapons',
, I figured it was going to get interesting.
"You have a license to carry concealed?"
"I have a license to carry weapons."
"I want to see it."
"I wanted a pony for my birthday. Are you a cop?"
"Uh... yeah! I am! And I want to see your license."
"And I wanted a pony for my birthday, we've been over that."
"I have a right to ask for your license."
"You have a right to Demand my license, if I'm doing a licensed activity, and if you suspect me of having recently committed a crime, currently committing a crime or if I'm about to commit a crime. Tell you what, if you ask nicely, 'please sir, may I see your permit?', I'll show it to you. Or, you can call for backup, shouldn't take long to get here at this time of day."
"May I see your license.... SIR?" There might, maybe a certain edge to his voice,... maybeeee.
He takes it, looks closely and asks "Is this your current address?"
"No, I think that's from about two moves ago. I haven't updated it."
"The law says you have 60 days to update your address. I'm not going to write you up, but I need to know where you live now. Where's your driver's license?"
"I'm not driving. When you pull me over on public highways, THEN I'll show you that. You just saw what I carry in my wallet, an ATM card and my weapons license."
"So where do you live Now?"
"Hmmm... I just moved in with my girlfriend, I think she lives somewhere in John's Creek... or Roswell, I'm not really sure."
"What's the address?"
"Not really sure, I just know how to get there. It's on my GPS though."
"You don't know the address of where you live? How do you get mail?"
Right about now, I'm thinking we either need to escalate or disengage, my ice cream's melting. "Dude," I looked slyly in both directions and then whispered conspiratorially, "she likes anal. I mean, c'mon how much more do I reaaaallly need to know about her?"
My GWL's thrust back into my hands and there are a few muttered words as he does a heel turn.
I'm trying to stifle a laugh as I get in the car. When I pull out of my parking space, I can see him in the car behind me. Believe it or not, he followed me up and down 9 lanes of parking........until I found a spot at the front of the lot where he was forced to pass on by.
There was a bit more to the conversation, mostly about 'needing' to cover things up, or needing to answer questions but that's the gist of things.
Yeah, I'm not totally sure he is/was an officer, or even a rentacop, or just someone with too tight of a haircut, who knows? And yes, there was actual ice cream; cookie dough ice cream, my personal fave. Oh, and yes, it was my current address, not that he needed to know. :roll:
As to that "other thing" I told the guy.... I'll never tell.
Reposted from my 'other home'.
As is my wont, I was openly carrying whilst procuring victuals, aka, grocery shopping for the week's food, and had no problems .... until I was out of the store and putting groceries in the back of Blubaru. Some younger gentleman with a cropped haircut was carrying a single grocery bag out after me and was apparently parked a few cars closer to the store than I was.
"Is that a gun?"
"Wha--, where?" I'm looking down at the right side of my belt. He points to the left side and starts again.
"On your belt, you can't carry a gun!"
"I'm pretty sure I can, it doesn't really weigh that much. Perhaps you meant I'm not permitted to carry a weapon? I'm licensed by the state of Georgia to carry deadly weapons." Yeah, I said 'deadly weapons',
, I figured it was going to get interesting."You have a license to carry concealed?"
"I have a license to carry weapons."
"I want to see it."
"I wanted a pony for my birthday. Are you a cop?"
"Uh... yeah! I am! And I want to see your license."
"And I wanted a pony for my birthday, we've been over that."
"I have a right to ask for your license."
"You have a right to Demand my license, if I'm doing a licensed activity, and if you suspect me of having recently committed a crime, currently committing a crime or if I'm about to commit a crime. Tell you what, if you ask nicely, 'please sir, may I see your permit?', I'll show it to you. Or, you can call for backup, shouldn't take long to get here at this time of day."
"May I see your license.... SIR?" There might, maybe a certain edge to his voice,... maybeeee.
He takes it, looks closely and asks "Is this your current address?"
"No, I think that's from about two moves ago. I haven't updated it."
"The law says you have 60 days to update your address. I'm not going to write you up, but I need to know where you live now. Where's your driver's license?"
"I'm not driving. When you pull me over on public highways, THEN I'll show you that. You just saw what I carry in my wallet, an ATM card and my weapons license."
"So where do you live Now?"
"Hmmm... I just moved in with my girlfriend, I think she lives somewhere in John's Creek... or Roswell, I'm not really sure."
"What's the address?"
"Not really sure, I just know how to get there. It's on my GPS though."
"You don't know the address of where you live? How do you get mail?"
Right about now, I'm thinking we either need to escalate or disengage, my ice cream's melting. "Dude," I looked slyly in both directions and then whispered conspiratorially, "she likes anal. I mean, c'mon how much more do I reaaaallly need to know about her?"
My GWL's thrust back into my hands and there are a few muttered words as he does a heel turn.
I'm trying to stifle a laugh as I get in the car. When I pull out of my parking space, I can see him in the car behind me. Believe it or not, he followed me up and down 9 lanes of parking........until I found a spot at the front of the lot where he was forced to pass on by.
There was a bit more to the conversation, mostly about 'needing' to cover things up, or needing to answer questions but that's the gist of things.
Yeah, I'm not totally sure he is/was an officer, or even a rentacop, or just someone with too tight of a haircut, who knows? And yes, there was actual ice cream; cookie dough ice cream, my personal fave. Oh, and yes, it was my current address, not that he needed to know. :roll:
As to that "other thing" I told the guy.... I'll never tell.
