.......the game was AWESOME! All of us there drinking and heckling the other team's players. We won 2 to zip! It was a good time had by all.
I was a little tired from having been at work at 2 AM the night before and not having taken a nap.......cause I was pervn'....hehehe. So I didn't drink NEAR as much as I had planned................
This next part I like to call....
"Some muther fucker is always trying to ice skate up hill!"
After the game I decided to go home and get some sleep. On my way home i got a craving for some chocolate(very uncommon for me), so I stopped at the gas station on the corner by my house. I know most of the people who work there and BS with them quite a bit. I grabbed my candy and paid for it.
The guy behind the counter started talking about these 2 strange characters that had been hanging around the store for almost 2 hours. He was concerned that they might steal something or rob the place. So I asked him if he would like me to say something to them. He said yes, so when I walked outside i approached them and asked if they needed help with something.
"no" was their reply. So I asked if they were waiting for someone, did they need to borrow my cell to call their ride...... Again they said "no". I told them that the clerk was concerned about them and he had asked me to ask them to leave.
"Fuck YOU!" was their reply. So I TOLD them to leave the property. They both squared up to me so i placed my hand on my gun....just in case... I said , trying to sound very official, "Gentlemen, this is private property and you are not welcome here at this time. Please vacate the area immediately."
One of them stepped towards me and put his hand in his pocket. I stepped back , placing my hand firmly on my weapon and shouted " Stay where you are and keep your hands where I can see them!". He took another step and i drew my weapon and said "GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND WITH YOUR HANDS OUT TO YOUR SIDE OR YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!" He complied and so did his partner.
When the police arrived I went through the whole surrendering my weapon and giving my statement stuff. The arresting officer told me, as he relinquished my weapon back to me, that the man who had his hand in his pocket, in fact, was carrying a loaded pistol.
The moral of the story.......never pass up an opportunity to get drunk.....lol
seriously....my friends....please be careful out there.
HUGZ
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