marksman13
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Just a funny story about an event that took place tonight. I figure some of you will get a kick out of it. Mods feel free to move this if it is inappropriate.
So, I'm taking my dog out tonight so she can do what dogs do. Brand spanking new Glock 22 in tow, and I hear shouting. This isn't college kids having a drunken, good time shouting. It is some, "I'm really pissed off and somebody might get hurt shouting." The guy across the street from me is beating on the door of his shed and screaming at someone inside. "Call the police! Call 'em! I don't care, you stupid b%$@h!!!" He repeats this about twice before I pull out my cell phone and dial 911.
No need for me to run over there and risk having to use my weapon and possibly end up in court, right? So, as I am calling the cops, he looks over and sees me on the phone. He starts screaming all kinds of drunken, nasty insults about my chicken s@%t a$$, and telling me he's not afraid of the cops. At this point, I'm just trying to get the dog back inside and talk to the EMS operator. He starts walking in my direction and my weapon comes out, behind my back and out of his line of sight as I move the dog towards the door.
The operator tells me that the cops should be there any minute and wishes me a good night (kinda rude, but I was ready to get off the phone anyway to free up my left hand). The guy stops at the edge of his yard and starts broadcasting for the whole neighborhood to call the police. "I ain't scared of no po-lice! Call 'em!"
I've made up my mind that he must be high or drunk (possibly both), and that my best course of action if he comes at me is to put him down FAST. I was going through the motions in my head when the first cruiser pulled up. The loud mouth's reaction was classic. He runs. He just takes off screaming like a girl. It was so bizzare that I litterally began to laugh out loud. This 250 lb guy, who was daring someone to call the cops 5 seconds earlier was litterally squealing like a pig at the top of his lungs and hauling butt down the street.
Turns out he probably was high and drunk and that he had beaten the crap out of his girlfriend. He was in tears when they brought him back to the car. Was it justice? Not really, but it was damn close. I really hope he gets some jail time out of this. Drugs and alcohol create some crazy stories. Sorry this turned out so long. I just wish I had been able to video tape this one. BTW, any suggestions for what I could have done different. Always willing to listen to advice from others. Good night ladies and gentlemen. Hope the rest oof it is quiet.
So, I'm taking my dog out tonight so she can do what dogs do. Brand spanking new Glock 22 in tow, and I hear shouting. This isn't college kids having a drunken, good time shouting. It is some, "I'm really pissed off and somebody might get hurt shouting." The guy across the street from me is beating on the door of his shed and screaming at someone inside. "Call the police! Call 'em! I don't care, you stupid b%$@h!!!" He repeats this about twice before I pull out my cell phone and dial 911.
No need for me to run over there and risk having to use my weapon and possibly end up in court, right? So, as I am calling the cops, he looks over and sees me on the phone. He starts screaming all kinds of drunken, nasty insults about my chicken s@%t a$$, and telling me he's not afraid of the cops. At this point, I'm just trying to get the dog back inside and talk to the EMS operator. He starts walking in my direction and my weapon comes out, behind my back and out of his line of sight as I move the dog towards the door.
The operator tells me that the cops should be there any minute and wishes me a good night (kinda rude, but I was ready to get off the phone anyway to free up my left hand). The guy stops at the edge of his yard and starts broadcasting for the whole neighborhood to call the police. "I ain't scared of no po-lice! Call 'em!"
I've made up my mind that he must be high or drunk (possibly both), and that my best course of action if he comes at me is to put him down FAST. I was going through the motions in my head when the first cruiser pulled up. The loud mouth's reaction was classic. He runs. He just takes off screaming like a girl. It was so bizzare that I litterally began to laugh out loud. This 250 lb guy, who was daring someone to call the cops 5 seconds earlier was litterally squealing like a pig at the top of his lungs and hauling butt down the street.
Turns out he probably was high and drunk and that he had beaten the crap out of his girlfriend. He was in tears when they brought him back to the car. Was it justice? Not really, but it was damn close. I really hope he gets some jail time out of this. Drugs and alcohol create some crazy stories. Sorry this turned out so long. I just wish I had been able to video tape this one. BTW, any suggestions for what I could have done different. Always willing to listen to advice from others. Good night ladies and gentlemen. Hope the rest oof it is quiet.