Guy at work says, "Well...looks like you are a hero." {Eyeroll}
Yeah yeah yeah, cute, pithy.
So I pop into my energy drink stop on the way to work.
In the door, scan store, meet eyes with hoodie dude and.....the other guy...gotta be PC here.
Go to back cooler, grab drinks, back to front less than 10 seconds. Hoodie stepping up to counter, I catch other guy in peripheral 10ft behind hoodie. I go a bit past floor display toward counter, notice other guy watching me intently. Slide back 2 ft, putting display solidly between us. Reach in front pocket finding my frigging Gerber...( Dipshit...I'm. A dipshit).
Hoodie guy asks clerk for something, cuts his head enough to catch me in his peripheral, then turns back to clerk. Other guy has me treed like a German shorthair.
Clerk tells hoodie they don't have that. I'm looking at the Pointer from under my hat brim, trying to keep them both in my sight. Pointer never takes his eyes off me. I back off another half step from hoodie. Hoodie asks clerk for something else, clerk says she doesn't have that, hoodie is irritated now cause clerk isn't "looking" for it. Hoodie stands there, cuts his head just enough to see me again without me seeing his full face, turns and fast walks out the door. Pointer never fucking takes his eyes off me as he slowly walks out the door.
I walk to counter, with my eyes on door, plop down my drinks and a 5 spot. The clerk is trying to talk me up about how strange that was, I just want to get the fuck out of there. She is trying to bag my drinks, I tell her leave it, no bag.
Fast walk to the truck, WHERE MY FUCKING G19 IS, crank up and drive around the store...they gone. They didn't come in a car, they had gone down the bank into the woods in the back.
I'm more than a bit embarrassed.
New rules.
1. Change into work clothes AT WORK.
2. CARRY ALWAYS. PREFERRABLY A PISTOL NUMBNUTS.
3. It's NEVER too much trouble to get heeled at home, then unheeled in the truck when safely at work.
4. Retire, then company policy means squat.
Yeah yeah yeah, cute, pithy.
So I pop into my energy drink stop on the way to work.
In the door, scan store, meet eyes with hoodie dude and.....the other guy...gotta be PC here.
Go to back cooler, grab drinks, back to front less than 10 seconds. Hoodie stepping up to counter, I catch other guy in peripheral 10ft behind hoodie. I go a bit past floor display toward counter, notice other guy watching me intently. Slide back 2 ft, putting display solidly between us. Reach in front pocket finding my frigging Gerber...( Dipshit...I'm. A dipshit).
Hoodie guy asks clerk for something, cuts his head enough to catch me in his peripheral, then turns back to clerk. Other guy has me treed like a German shorthair.
Clerk tells hoodie they don't have that. I'm looking at the Pointer from under my hat brim, trying to keep them both in my sight. Pointer never takes his eyes off me. I back off another half step from hoodie. Hoodie asks clerk for something else, clerk says she doesn't have that, hoodie is irritated now cause clerk isn't "looking" for it. Hoodie stands there, cuts his head just enough to see me again without me seeing his full face, turns and fast walks out the door. Pointer never fucking takes his eyes off me as he slowly walks out the door.
I walk to counter, with my eyes on door, plop down my drinks and a 5 spot. The clerk is trying to talk me up about how strange that was, I just want to get the fuck out of there. She is trying to bag my drinks, I tell her leave it, no bag.
Fast walk to the truck, WHERE MY FUCKING G19 IS, crank up and drive around the store...they gone. They didn't come in a car, they had gone down the bank into the woods in the back.
I'm more than a bit embarrassed.
New rules.
1. Change into work clothes AT WORK.
2. CARRY ALWAYS. PREFERRABLY A PISTOL NUMBNUTS.
3. It's NEVER too much trouble to get heeled at home, then unheeled in the truck when safely at work.
4. Retire, then company policy means squat.