jahwarrior
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A few weeks ago, while using the computer at the local public library, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and that hand applied some pressure. I quickly snapped my neck to my right, to see 3 officers standing there. The one that had his hand on my shoulder began to tug on my gun. It was a 1911 in a SERPA holster, so he had a bit of difficulty.
"What are you doing?" I demanded. He ignored me, until he figured it out. Once he had it in his "care", he instructed me to accompany him to the stairwell. "Let me log out of my email, first," I said, turning back to the computer. He glared at me, but waited. Once I was done, I followed.
"Do you have ID on you?"
"Yes."
"Give it to me."
"Why?"
"Give it to me."
"Why?"
"You're carrying a gun."
"So?"
"I need to see your ID."
"Why?"
"We got a call from someone about a man with a gun, alright! We're obligated to investigate any call about a man with a gun. I need to see your ID."
"A man with a gun....doing what?"
"What?"
"You said you call about a man with a gun. What was he doing with it? Waving it around? Pointing it someone? Cleaning it? What was this man with a gun doing?"
"We..."
"Because last I checked, a man simply checking email while carrying isn't a crime. In fact, open carrying isn't a crime at all. You have no reason to be here. You sure as @#$% didn't have any reason to grab me, or grab my @#$%ing gun."
"Watch your mouth."
"Protected speech. Watch your ass."
One of the other officers was trying to figure out how to unload it. It seems to ambi-safety confused him.
"Drop the mag first, then click off the safety, from either side, then rack the slide." He shot me a dirty look, but did it.
The third officer was one I knew from another encounter, that went rather smoothly. She leaned over to the lead officer, and informed him that she knew me, and made him aware I'd attended a rather infamous get together in Dickson City. He glared at her, and turned back to me.
"Are you gonna show me your ID, or are you gonna be difficult?"
"That depends. Am I gonna need a lawyer?"
"How did you get here?"
"I drove."
"Since you're so smart, you know you need that to drive with that gun."
"I know that full well."
He paused, then looked me over. "You have any other weapons on you?"
Clever bastard. "Yes."
"What, and where?"
".38 Special in my left pocket, and a knife in my back pocket." He relieved me of them.
"Now, give me your ID." I handed it over.
I stood there, with two birds in my hands, while he ran my ID, the librarians staring in horror. The one officer held my revolver, but she kept it loaded.
After I came back "clear", the lead officer insructed the others to give me my guns back. "You can load that in the bathroom downstairs, or wherever, in private."
"I can load it now, since you confiscated it for no @#$%ing reason other than to be an @#$%," and did so.
"What did I tell you about your mouth?"
"I wasn't listening. Would you care to tell me about protected speech again?"
"Next time, instead of looking for attention, conceal it, or just leave it home." He still had my wallet in his hand.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, we're done."
"Good," I said, snatching my wallet back. I turned to the other officers, and wrote their names down. I turned to the last officer, and said, "You, at least, should have known better." I paused. "Actually, you all know better. I know that you all received the updated MPOETC memo on open carry. I'll be down at the station later. Maybe I'll see you again."
As I walked away, I heard the lead officer mutter, "You wanted the attention, you got it..."
I did as promised, and filed a pretty wordy complaint, filled with details I ommitted here.
Last week, while walking my dog, I noticed a patrol car slow down, then make a hasty u-turn. he pulled up alongside me.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Hey! I'm walking my dog!"
"No, with that gun!"
"I'm walking my dog." I stopped and faced him.
"You got a permit for that?"
"I have a license to carry it concealed."
"Can I see it?"
I raised my hand slightly, and waved it in the air in front of me. "You don't need to see my identification."
"Huh?"
"These aren't the droids you're looking for."
He frowned, and drove away.
Talk to you guys later...
A few weeks ago, while using the computer at the local public library, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and that hand applied some pressure. I quickly snapped my neck to my right, to see 3 officers standing there. The one that had his hand on my shoulder began to tug on my gun. It was a 1911 in a SERPA holster, so he had a bit of difficulty.
"What are you doing?" I demanded. He ignored me, until he figured it out. Once he had it in his "care", he instructed me to accompany him to the stairwell. "Let me log out of my email, first," I said, turning back to the computer. He glared at me, but waited. Once I was done, I followed.
"Do you have ID on you?"
"Yes."
"Give it to me."
"Why?"
"Give it to me."
"Why?"
"You're carrying a gun."
"So?"
"I need to see your ID."
"Why?"
"We got a call from someone about a man with a gun, alright! We're obligated to investigate any call about a man with a gun. I need to see your ID."
"A man with a gun....doing what?"
"What?"
"You said you call about a man with a gun. What was he doing with it? Waving it around? Pointing it someone? Cleaning it? What was this man with a gun doing?"
"We..."
"Because last I checked, a man simply checking email while carrying isn't a crime. In fact, open carrying isn't a crime at all. You have no reason to be here. You sure as @#$% didn't have any reason to grab me, or grab my @#$%ing gun."
"Watch your mouth."
"Protected speech. Watch your ass."
One of the other officers was trying to figure out how to unload it. It seems to ambi-safety confused him.
"Drop the mag first, then click off the safety, from either side, then rack the slide." He shot me a dirty look, but did it.
The third officer was one I knew from another encounter, that went rather smoothly. She leaned over to the lead officer, and informed him that she knew me, and made him aware I'd attended a rather infamous get together in Dickson City. He glared at her, and turned back to me.
"Are you gonna show me your ID, or are you gonna be difficult?"
"That depends. Am I gonna need a lawyer?"
"How did you get here?"
"I drove."
"Since you're so smart, you know you need that to drive with that gun."
"I know that full well."
He paused, then looked me over. "You have any other weapons on you?"
Clever bastard. "Yes."
"What, and where?"
".38 Special in my left pocket, and a knife in my back pocket." He relieved me of them.
"Now, give me your ID." I handed it over.
I stood there, with two birds in my hands, while he ran my ID, the librarians staring in horror. The one officer held my revolver, but she kept it loaded.
After I came back "clear", the lead officer insructed the others to give me my guns back. "You can load that in the bathroom downstairs, or wherever, in private."
"I can load it now, since you confiscated it for no @#$%ing reason other than to be an @#$%," and did so.
"What did I tell you about your mouth?"
"I wasn't listening. Would you care to tell me about protected speech again?"
"Next time, instead of looking for attention, conceal it, or just leave it home." He still had my wallet in his hand.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, we're done."
"Good," I said, snatching my wallet back. I turned to the other officers, and wrote their names down. I turned to the last officer, and said, "You, at least, should have known better." I paused. "Actually, you all know better. I know that you all received the updated MPOETC memo on open carry. I'll be down at the station later. Maybe I'll see you again."
As I walked away, I heard the lead officer mutter, "You wanted the attention, you got it..."
I did as promised, and filed a pretty wordy complaint, filled with details I ommitted here.
Last week, while walking my dog, I noticed a patrol car slow down, then make a hasty u-turn. he pulled up alongside me.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Hey! I'm walking my dog!"
"No, with that gun!"
"I'm walking my dog." I stopped and faced him.
"You got a permit for that?"
"I have a license to carry it concealed."
"Can I see it?"
I raised my hand slightly, and waved it in the air in front of me. "You don't need to see my identification."
"Huh?"
"These aren't the droids you're looking for."
He frowned, and drove away.
Talk to you guys later...
