For someone who has never been in the military, or police force. I have seen the business end of a gun way to many times, and been shot at way to many times. Of course one time is way too many times, and I am very thankful that both times I was shot at the shooter had poor aim. And the funny thing is I have been shot at more times than I have been hit with a fist… go figure.
The first time, I was working at a fast food restaurant called Nagels, they are now closed. I worked the graveyard drive thru shift. Lots of drunks and police officers were our main source of customers during that shift. Well we got thru the rush and we were taking a smoke break in the dinning room when a single guy on a really nice Harley pulls up to the drive thru window.
I jump up, because I was done smoking and took his order; I know it was something easy because I told the rest of the crew not to worry. I make and serve him his food and he takes off. I went back to the dinning room to try and figure out who was going to do what cleaning, and I hear a tap on the glass, I turn and it is the biker with a bright and shinny 45 auto… at least that’s what it looked like. He acted like he pulled the trigger and rode off. So I called the police and told them the description… blah, blah, blah… they swing by to let me know they were out looking and would soon catch him… Last I heard of it so yeah. But we gave the cops a free meal…
The next time was a simple robbery at a Red Lobster in Vegas… I was lucky enough to be put in charge of getting the money… I didn’t even work there; I was just hitting on the cashier… Now I thought that guy was going to shoot me… he didn’t but they did get away… He had what looked like a Saturday night special, as the old 70’s cop shows called them. Snub nose .38 I think. Very nervous guy, kind of jumpy, that’s why I thought he was going to shoot me. He didn’t I did ask him to put it away, we knew he had it and we would give him the money… well he got it and left… police showed up and said they would look into it… And again the cops got a free meal…
Later that same year was the, 1992, was the Rodney King riots… and I stuck my nose where it did not belong. A friend and I decided to go look at where all the rioting was, it was rather strange to see all these buildings burning, windows broken and good people just walking off with stuff… cars flipped over and on fire… Anyway, we turn and on our right, by the way I was a passenger on this ride, were a large group of people, many of whom had guns in their hands… many guns as a matter of fact…Well the driver punched it just as one of the group brought up a gun and pulled the trigger. Now it must have been a small caliber as it did not penetrate the door skin, but if they rounds would have I would have been hit 3 times in the thigh… I did not find this out till we went back to get the car, see where they did not penetrate the door one round did hit the back tire. We got about 2 blocks away before we could go no further. We pulled over next to a mini truck that had been in front of us. Just then a cop car full of riot geared officers screeched to a halt, and told us to get the hell out of there. The driver of the pick up offered us a ride in the back, and we said THANK YOU, and hopped in the back. I am thinking no free meal for the officers that night…
Well a few days later just as calming down, I was at work, 7-11. And a shot range out from the parking lot and shattered one of the front windows. Now I did not see who fired the gun or where they fired from, but as I was the only person in the store at the time, I feel safe in thinking someone was trying to shoot me. And I gave the responding cops free coffee and donuts… least I could do.
Let’s see, the last time, I was tending bar in Vegas, by the Hard Rock Café. I regular named Violet was in and she had been having issues with her significant other. She walked out to go home. All of a sudden I hear her start screaming, I run out and her old man has the gun pointed in her face with one hand, and his other hand is on her throat. I yell at him to let her go. He turns and looks at me… I thought, I am going to get shot… right here at work… he lets her go. I tell Violet to go back into the bar and call the cops, she does. He looks at me, while pointing the gun at me… and me with out any way to protect myself, and says: I’m sorry… I don’t want any trouble from you… I am going to go home…
To this day, I do not know why he did not shoot me or why he thought I would be able to give him trouble… But that was the last time to I dealt with the hostile end of a gun.
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