Today, I had lunch with a friend--just me, her, and my pixie. Odysseus took the imp off for some guy time and fast food fries (huge treat for the boy, since he doesn't get them often).
Lunch for me was terrific. Lunch for the guys went well, too, according to Odysseus.
And then they went to leave. And someone brushed against his gun trying to squeeze past him. Of course, Odysseus moved first to secure said firearm, then to identify who'd brushed against him to assess threat level.
The moron in question was a deputy sheriff that was wider than he was tall, gabbing to a partner with no situational awareness, and who Odysseus saw texting away on his cell phone as he left the parking lot.
Yeah, to serve (cake) and protect (his own privileges). I don't trust him, or those like him, to do their damn jobs and stand between the sheep who they're supposed to support and protect and the wolves that would do them harm. And that's assuming that, beyond being unwilling to move their fat ass for anything but a donut, they wouldn't be the wolves themselves.
Then again, I have issues with the legal system anyway.
Linked story courtesy of my beloved.
23 minutes ago
Then again if deputy chub(seriously XXXXL at the minimum) accidentally stood between me and a threat he would definitely count as cover rather than concealment(even without body-armor)
ReplyDeleteI often wonder if cops are required to gain XX pounds over the course of their careers?
ReplyDeleteYou would think there would be a fitness requirement.
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