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It's been extra warm & sunny the past 2 days. Kids are out playing & otherwise being themselves. Me - I've got trash that needs to go to the communal dumpster and I'm not waiting till after the evening news to get rid of it.
Being as I'm old and banged up, and the dumpster is 300+ yards from me, I bag everything up & put it in the back of the truck for a quick ride. As I round the corner onto the public road, I see some:cuss: child pointing a long-slide automatic across the street. He's not 5 yards in front of me! Deciding I cannot stop before I'm even with him., I decide to punch the accelerator and bust past where he's standing. I'm reaching for my side and looking at him as I floor it. He whips it back behind him and starts to ease away backwards towards the row of aparrtment townhouses he seemed to come from (opposite side of the U-shaped court from where I reside).
I check my 6 and reverse well past my starting point to get distance and some cover from the corner of the townhouses. Seeing him still standing around, with his hand behind him and being very shifty, I call 911 and report a possible youth with a gun. I informed 911 dispatch I was armed & gave a description of me & my vehicle, and kept a running description while waiting for the county PD units to arrive.
Just as the units pull up the kid spins in my direction with the :cuss::cussistol straight out and pointing towards me. (Units are arriving at 90* to all this - kid at one end of a line about 40 yards long, and me at the other end.) I'm starting to pull and reverse again when they pull in between me & the kid. They bail & do the crouch behind the door thing with guns drawn while yelling for the kid to drop the weapon.
It turned out to be a squirt gun with the orange end chopped off by the kid because he "wanted to make it look real."
Half of me wants to over to his apartment later tonight and move his backside to within an inch of his tonsils. Half of me wants to do that to his parent(s). And the third half of me wants to adjust the attitude of the kid and parent(s) simultaneously.
At least the first responding officer did come over to thank me, and to give me the basic details. He sounded as upset as I still am.
I might just take the comfy camp chair out on the front step and run a mop down the bore of the SxS just to see if there is any idea of "getting even" for calling the cops on this wonderful example of today's youth.
Thank you for allowing me to vent.
stay safe.
skidmark
It's been extra warm & sunny the past 2 days. Kids are out playing & otherwise being themselves. Me - I've got trash that needs to go to the communal dumpster and I'm not waiting till after the evening news to get rid of it.
Being as I'm old and banged up, and the dumpster is 300+ yards from me, I bag everything up & put it in the back of the truck for a quick ride. As I round the corner onto the public road, I see some:cuss: child pointing a long-slide automatic across the street. He's not 5 yards in front of me! Deciding I cannot stop before I'm even with him., I decide to punch the accelerator and bust past where he's standing. I'm reaching for my side and looking at him as I floor it. He whips it back behind him and starts to ease away backwards towards the row of aparrtment townhouses he seemed to come from (opposite side of the U-shaped court from where I reside).
I check my 6 and reverse well past my starting point to get distance and some cover from the corner of the townhouses. Seeing him still standing around, with his hand behind him and being very shifty, I call 911 and report a possible youth with a gun. I informed 911 dispatch I was armed & gave a description of me & my vehicle, and kept a running description while waiting for the county PD units to arrive.
Just as the units pull up the kid spins in my direction with the :cuss::cussistol straight out and pointing towards me. (Units are arriving at 90* to all this - kid at one end of a line about 40 yards long, and me at the other end.) I'm starting to pull and reverse again when they pull in between me & the kid. They bail & do the crouch behind the door thing with guns drawn while yelling for the kid to drop the weapon.
It turned out to be a squirt gun with the orange end chopped off by the kid because he "wanted to make it look real."
Half of me wants to over to his apartment later tonight and move his backside to within an inch of his tonsils. Half of me wants to do that to his parent(s). And the third half of me wants to adjust the attitude of the kid and parent(s) simultaneously.
At least the first responding officer did come over to thank me, and to give me the basic details. He sounded as upset as I still am.
I might just take the comfy camp chair out on the front step and run a mop down the bore of the SxS just to see if there is any idea of "getting even" for calling the cops on this wonderful example of today's youth.
Thank you for allowing me to vent.
stay safe.
skidmark