There's no shortage of people who:
can hit a flea in the left eye at 600 yards...
What? You're just jealous of those of us who can! With pepper-spray in one eye, and an angry pitbull chewing at my ankle! Yep! And that was just my first day of training for Tactical Urban Response Deployment (T.U.R.D.)
I'll tell ya, working as a Mall Santa can be hell. Of course, the whole time, I was just a lookout for Gecko_45, who as we all know, is the REAL DEAL. You may not take him seriously, but I've worked with him. The man is Da Bomb (is that right?)! He showed me the inner secrets of Shopping-Quadrant Ninjitsu, and I even got some of those neat spikes for my Santa boots. Of course, since I'm only 160 lbs, I was able to conceal a Mosin, a 10-gauge, several flash-grenades and quite a few spare mags under those red duds. You never know, one of those little tykes could be carrying a bomb. Good thing I had Gecko's body-armor, even if that duct-tape hurt coming off...
One time, there were some kids hanging out in front of the L.L. Bean. They were obviously plotting something, and Gecko sprang into "pre-emptive action," killing four of them with his bare hands before moving up to the REAL ordinance. I laid down covering-fire with my "crappy German" MP5, taking out some Chechen rebels disguised as elderly mall-walkers in the process.
Stupid jury says I'm not competent to stand trial. Still, it's nice to know that our suburban shopping-centers are protected by folks who live this creed:
"If you want to laugh at somebody, try laughing at the sheep out there who go to the mall unarmed trusting in me to stand guiard over their lives like a God."
Just kidding, by the way. Thing is, I'm Very Not Bad on the food-chain of shooters. I'm proud of what I can do, but there's usually somebody around who's better. I'm certainly not competition material at this point, and I'm lucky if I can see a TRUCK at 100 yards, much less bullseye something with a HANDGUN at that range