So, yesterday a B'ham police officer came into my store. Don't know what it was, but when I saw him, his "appearance" gave me the subliminal impression that maybe he a little lowbrow, if you know what I mean. Well, he proved me to be right. He selected a few Valentine's day cards and sauntered his fat self up to my counter. Then I saw it. He did not have his service belt, but his I assume service Glock was tucked into his belt. Under the front of the belt. Barrel into his pants, pointed towards his jewels. Handle pointed out, due to his belly. Trigger, in the set position due to one in the pipe, resting neatly on a corner of his belt buckle. A downward motion, from what I could see, would certainly have caused this weapon to discharge.
You know, I thought about saying something, but his demeanor even after I bid him a good evening etc., shouted out to me that he was unapproachable. Thus, he certainly wasn't in any mood for friendly critique from a drug store manager, he knew best. Had an attitude, he did. Besides, removing those genes from the pool might not be bad. There are many good officers in the B'ham PD, but I gotta tell ya, many that I see are what I have always referred to as the "marginally employable". And I'M the threat? Hahahaha! And THESE wahoos can get the good toys? THESE guys can get regular-caps? I'm not bashing cops, I'm generally on the LEO's side. But JEESH! I'm just glad I'm a wolf amongst sheep. That these people are my line of protection is meaningless to me, but the Krispy Kreme is certainly safe from invasion.