Life In Dickson City

[jahwarrior]

I had a couple of erraqnds to run today. Deposit money in the bank, drop off some cash for my lady's mom, and a couple of other things. I got done earlier than I'd planned, and I had about 2 hours to kill before having to pick up Diana (MollyMayhem, for those on Poofa), so I decided to take the boy for a walk downtown, taking advantage of the weather. Being that we're still in March, we could have a snowstorm by this time next week.

I parked the car, and pushed the stroller. Within 10 minutes of walking, a black or hispanic woman called after me. "Excuse me! Excuse me! Sir?"

I stopped and turned to her. "Yes?"

"Are you a policeman?"

"Ha. No."

"Oh, cuz I was gonna say, you didn't look like a policeman, but I saw youhad that gun, so I wasn't sure. Is that legal to do around here?"

She had just moved here from Newark, NJ, and was interested in guns. She'd bought a small revolver, at the suggestion of her boyfriend (le sigh), but had no idea that she could carry it legally.

"Why don't you get a license to carry concealed?"

"How do I do that?"

"See that building behind us? If you have twenty bucks, and your driver's license for PA, you go in there, ask the deputies where the sheriff's office is, then go there, ask for an application for a license to carry a firearm, fill it out, and wait. If you have about 20 minutes, you could get it today."

"That's it? For real?"

"Yup. As long as you're not a convicted felon, or have any drug arrests, or you're a domestic abuser, or crazy, you're good to go. But, you said you bought a gun here already, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Then I''m pretty sure you can get a license to carry it."

"Holy sh!t, that's all? That's crazy. In NJ, you have to go through a whole bunch of mess just to own a gun for your home and stuff."

"Welcome to Pennsylvania."

"Thank you!"

She ran to the courthouse, and I never saw her again.

Later on, I passed by a group of people sitting on a bench. It was a black guy, surrounded by a few women. They were having a good time, laughing about something, and then as I passed, the guy stopped and said, "...and this guy, he's rockin' the HAMMER and everything with his boy!"

I stopped, smiled, and said, "Well, sometimes the kid gets out of hand, so, you know, I need to remind him who's boss and sh!t."

With that, they all burst into laughter. I spoke to them for a minutes, then continued walking around. I stopped at a shop, bought a drink, then stopped in Anthology Books, to see if they had anything interesting.

Later on, on the way back to my truck, a young man in a blue sportjacket and khakis (so he was either a lawyer or banker), passed by me, and said, "Someone's gonna get hurt because of that."

I turned around, and said "What?"

He stopped, too, and replied, "That. That's dangerous," pointing to the gun, smugly.

"So is being a f*cking busybody, but you're doing it anyway, aren't you?"

He was taken aback by that, and scurried off. Satisfied, I took the boy from the stroller, put him back in the truck, and drove off to pick his mother up from work.

 

[Master Shake]

Later on, on the way back to my truck, a young man in a blue sportjacket and khakis (so he was either a lawyer or banker), passed by me, and said, "Someone's gonna get hurt because of that."

I turned around, and said "What?"

He stopped, too, and replied, "That. That's dangerous," pointing to the gun, smugly.

"So is being a f*cking busybody, but you're doing it anyway, aren't you?"

He was taken aback by that, and scurried off. Satisfied, I took the boy from the stroller, put him back in the truck, and drove off to pick his mother up from work.

What a great response. Also the encounter with that woman who hopefully got her license was about the best one you can have. Do you ever have a day when no one notices or at least doesn't say anything?

 

[jahwarrior]

What a great response. Also the encounter with that woman who hopefully got her license was about the best one you can have. Do you ever have a day when no one notices or at least doesn't say anything?

Yeah, I have plenty of those. It's not as weird in this area anymore. I went out to dinner last night, and the place was pretty packed. No one said anything to me, though I did notice a few looks from people. It just sounds like I have a ton of encounters all the time, but it's more often than not a non-issue.

 

[Grapeshot]

Yeah, I have plenty of those. It's not as weird in this area anymore. I went out to dinner last night, and the place was pretty packed. No one said anything to me, though I did notice a few looks from people. It just sounds like I have a ton of encounters all the time, but it's more often than not a non-issue.

We do more frequently tend to post the unusual, the outrageous happenings, rather than those quiet, normal everyday occurrences. There are untold numbers of OC events across the country each day that are just are too mundane to report.

Some state sub-forums do have an on-going thread where these more typical outings are posted. Helps in publicizing those merchants that are accepting of OC, puts negative reports in perspective by counter balance and gives the public a more realistic look at how OC fits into society.

 

[jahwarrior]

Yesterday, while walking through the parking lot of Walmart, I passed by a couple, arguing. Well, it was mostly the guy, calling his girlfriend a "f*ckin' moron," and throwing an empty water bottle at her head. I've learned my lesson intervening in these kind of things, and since he wasn't actually beating on her, I ignored them and kept walking. The guy, a white or hispanic guy, wearing Phillies gear from head to toe, and covered in bad tattoos, saw me walking in their direction. I was carrying my gun crossdraw, so it's quick to spot. He stood by his car, forgetting about belittling his grilfriend for the moment. He stared at me, angrily, as I walked. As I passed him, I heard him hiss, "Oh, a f*ckin' tough guy, huh?" I ignored him, and kept walking. He then said, "Yo! You! With the gun!" I turned and faced him, from about 40' away.

"What do you want?" I said.

"Think you're a tough guy with that f*ckin' gun?"

I considered him for a moment, then laughed, and turned around, and continued on my way. I heard him yell out, "Yeah, keep walkin', b!tch. You know you don't want none of this!" I turned my head to look at him as I walked away, and he had his arms raised, in a challenging posture. I then laughed again, and kept walking. "Yo, what the f*ck are you laughin' at, b!tch?" He started to walk after me. "I'm talkin' at you, muthaf*cka! Who you laughin' at?"

I stopped and turned around, putting my left hand on the butt of my gun (it was set up for right handed crossdraw). "You take one more step towards me, and I'm gonna f*ck up your whole day, you understand?" He stopped suddenly, and glared at me.

"You ain't gonna do sh!t."

"Come closer and find out." He stood where he was, and wiped his palms on his thighs. "Keep your hands away from your pockets," I said.

"Alright." He put his hands at his sides.

"What the f*ck is your problem?"

"I ain't gotta problem," he muttered, staring at his shoes.

"I don't what the f*ck is wrong with you, and I don't care. I ain't your girl, and I ain't one of your homies you can talk sh!t to, because you act like some kind of f*cking tough guy with them. I don't know you from sh!t. You from around here?"

"Nah."

"Well, let me give you some advice. The next time you try this sh!t with someone, you better think about it, because the next dude might just shoot your stupid a$$ for actin' a fool. Now get the f*ck out of here."

"Alright." He shuffled back towards his car, and his girlfriend was smirking at him. "The f*ck you smilin' at, b!tch? Get in the f*ckin' car, already!" They both vanished into their red Honda Accord, and I called the police anyway, giving them a full description of both of them, and their car and license plate number. Then I went about shopping.

People are sh!t.

 

[badey]

Yesterday, while walking through the parking lot of Walmart, I passed by a couple, arguing. Well, it was mostly the guy, calling his girlfriend a "f*ckin' moron," and throwing an empty water bottle at her head. I've learned my lesson intervening in these kind of things, and since he wasn't actually beating on her, I ignored them and kept walking. The guy, a white or hispanic guy, wearing Phillies gear from head to toe, and covered in bad tattoos, saw me walking in their direction. I was carrying my gun crossdraw, so it's quick to spot. He stood by his car, forgetting about belittling his grilfriend for the moment. He stared at me, angrily, as I walked. As I passed him, I heard him hiss, "Oh, a f*ckin' tough guy, huh?" I ignored him, and kept walking. He then said, "Yo! You! With the gun!" I turned and faced him, from about 40' away.

"What do you want?" I said.

"Think you're a tough guy with that f*ckin' gun?"

I considered him for a moment, then laughed, and turned around, and continued on my way. I heard him yell out, "Yeah, keep walkin', b!tch. You know you don't want none of this!" I turned my head to look at him as I walked away, and he had his arms raised, in a challenging posture. I then laughed again, and kept walking. "Yo, what the f*ck are you laughin' at, b!tch?" He started to walk after me. "I'm talkin' at you, muthaf*cka! Who you laughin' at?"

I stopped and turned around, putting my left hand on the butt of my gun (it was set up for right handed crossdraw). "You take one more step towards me, and I'm gonna f*ck up your whole day, you understand?" He stopped suddenly, and glared at me.

"You ain't gonna do sh!t."

"Come closer and find out." He stood where he was, and wiped his palms on his thighs. "Keep your hands away from your pockets," I said.

"Alright." He put his hands at his sides.

"What the f*ck is your problem?"

"I ain't gotta problem," he muttered, staring at his shoes.

"I don't what the f*ck is wrong with you, and I don't care. I ain't your girl, and I ain't one of your homies you can talk sh!t to, because you act like some kind of f*cking tough guy with them. I don't know you from sh!t. You from around here?"

"Nah."

"Well, let me give you some advice. The next time you try this sh!t with someone, you better think about it, because the next dude might just shoot your stupid a$$ for actin' a fool. Now get the f*ck out of here."

"Alright." He shuffled back towards his car, and his girlfriend was smirking at him. "The f*ck you smilin' at, b!tch? Get in the f*ckin' car, already!" They both vanished into their red Honda Accord, and I called the police anyway, giving them a full description of both of them, and their car and license plate number. Then I went about shopping.

People are sh!t.

I don't understand why someone would do something so stupid. From the way he was acting, I doubt that he will be around a whole lot longer to bother other people.

 

[Mr H]

so, today, i decided to take my son along with me while i walked the dog. I had to figure out how i was going to push a stroller while holding a leash, but then i figured i'd just attach the leash to the stroller handle. It's a nice day, and i don't get to enjoy them, because of working the night shift.

On the other side of the block, there was a man picking up garbage from in front of his garage. As i passed him, he looked at me, and i heard him gasp, "oh jeez!"

i turned just in time to see him scurry into his garage and out of sight. Weird. My dog is 10 months old and nearly 100 lbs, but it's not like he's that scary looking.

bmwad?!!!

Omg!!

Lol

 

[riverrat10k]

I usually tell people, "Naw, I ain't tough. Thats why I carry!"

More epic win Jahwarrior. Thanks for posting

 

[Grapeshot]

--snip--I usually tell people, "Naw, I ain't tough. Thats why I carry!"

Sam Colt made all men equal. John Browning made them more equal

 

[The_Pennsylvanian]

Sam Colt made all men equal. John Browning made them more equal

Grape, THAT is an epic line ! Can I use that in my sig with credit to you ?

Jahwarrior, you crack me up. Reminds me of me and my dad, similar attitudes. Most of the Wisconsinites just don't know how to react to me, LOL.

 

[Grapeshot]

Originally Posted by Grapeshot

Sam Colt made all men equal. John Browning made them more equal

Grape, THAT is an epic line ! Can I use that in my sig with credit to you ?

--snip--

No credit - someone else likely said that long before me, I just don't remember who. Consider it public domain and available as pleases you - you heard it on the grapevine.

 

[AIC869]

SNIP - you heard it on the grapevine.

Well played, sir. Well played...

 

[jahwarrior]

I had to go into Scranton today, for a meeting with my ex and my daughter's guardian ad litem concerning some custody issues. This took place in the Lackawanna County Family Court building, right across the street from the main county courthouse. I was using my crossdraw holster; I've been favoring it lately. The deputy o duty noticed immediately, and took a defensive position behind the scanner, but did so casually, as to not make a scene. His hand wnet calmly to his sidearm, and lay there, almost absent mindedly. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah, I need to check this."

He looked a little baffled. "Uh....do you have your ID?"

I fished my wallet out, and handed him my LTCF. I'm still nto sure about the legality of deputies demanding it to check firearms, but according to 18 Pa.C.S. § 913 (e), it says that, "Each county shall make available at or within the building containing a court facility by July 1, 2002, lockers or similar facilities at no charge or cost for the temporary checking of firearms by persons carrying firearms under section 6106(b) or 6109 or for the checking of other dangerous weapons that are not otherwise prohibited by law." Interpreted one way, that would mean that deputies would ony grant a locker to someone who was issued a LTCF. Some would argue that it didn't but I wasn't there to argue the point. In fact, it doesn't bother me to rpoduce mine, but I'm wondering what sort of issue I'd have if I didn't have one. I will say that once, I only offered my driver's license, and it was accepted without complaint.

After looking it over, he led me over to the lockers. I was standing next to a state trooper who was retrieving his gun, He looked me over, smirked, then holstered his gun, and left. I locked my gun, extra mag, two knives, phone, keychain with pepper spray, and my digital camera. Then I headed to the waiting room, where I chatted with my lawyer.

2 hours later, I went to go and get my stuff. Another deputy was there, and looked horrified when I went over to the locker, and pulled out that sweet 1911 of mine. He composed himself, and asked, "You on the job?"

"No, my shift doesn't start 'til later."

"Oh yeah? What department do you work for?"

"Receiving, and sometimes I fill in with Sortation."

"Huh? Are you messing with me?"

"Maybe a little."

"Are you a cop?"

"Nope."

"Then what are you doing with that here? You can't bring that in here!"

"Well, I did, and now I'm leaving with it."

"Hold on...what's your name?" He started to look at the logbook by the lockers.

"John Q. Public."

He frowned. "Oh, a comedian, huh?" I smiled sheepishly, and shrugged. It was then that the deputy who was on duty earlier walked over, and touched the other deputy on the shoulder, murmuring something to him. The Deputy Angry glanced over at me, and spit out, "You...can...go."

"Why, thank you, sir. You have a good day, now."

I walked towards downtown, to catch a bus to my future mother-in-law's house. A black man walking towards me smiled, and said loudly, "Man, I know you gotta be a cop, walkin' around with that thing in this rinky dink assed little town!" He laughed.

I stopped and said, "Crime don't give a f*ck how small a town is. People get murderd here, too, and raped and robbed and sh!t. Head up to South Side sometime; it's full of niggaz from NYC and Philly who think that they're still there, and bring their gangbanging sh!t with them."

He thought about that for a second, then said, "Word. That's some truth right there." He walked off, thinking about it.

I saw an off-duty bus driver, and approached him to ask him about the bus schedule, apologizing for asking him while he was off duty. He looked at me apprehensively, but the apology must have put him at ease, because he eased up, then told me what I needed to know. I thanked him, apologized again, then waited for the bus.

When I got on, I asked the driver how much the fare was. It's been awhile since I took public transportation, so I didn't know if they'd raised the fare. He told me, then paused, and said, "Be careful with that thing! You're gonna lose it."

"Well, just as long as you don't hit any serious potholes, it should be okay." Then I walked towards the backdoor, and sat. People started at me, many whispered to each other, and one woman got up and moved to be further away from me. Whatever. I could hear a few high school kids chatting about me, wondering if I was a cop or a gangster. They didn't ask me directly, so I didn't respond.

Soon, my stop came. I got off, walked a few feet to my future MIL's, and she drove me and the kids home. My girlfriend has the car during the day, so I have to rely on her, or other transport, if I need to run errands during the day.

So, yes, it's entirely plausible that I had a day where no one gave me a hard time. No, the angry deputy didn't count.

 

[Grapeshot]

I like reading your stories jahwarrior72 - there is never a commercial interruption.:lol:

 

[jahwarrior]

I like reading your stories jahwarrior72 - there is never a commercial interruption.:lol:

Thank you, sir!

 

[Thors_Mitersaw]

Let me guess, respect LEOs or get censored?

 

[Grapeshot]

Let me guess, respect LEOs or get censored?

Respect is earned and a two-way street.

Compliance with the rules of OCDO is not a negotiable item - nor does it require guessing.

(6) NO PERSONAL ATTACKS: While you may disagree strongly with another poster based upon their opinion, we will NOT tolerate any personal attacks or general bashing of groups of people based upon race, religion, national origin, sex, sexual orientation, gender-identity or choice of occupation (e.g., being a law enforcement officer, in the military, etc).

Be advised that editing/deleting posts is not the only available option. Please post responsibly.

 

[Gun Totin' Liberal]

I love this thread!

 

[Mr H]

I love this thread!

What's not to love???



It has babies, old ladies, honor, attitude...

OH YEAH... and OC!!

 

[SP101]

What did I miss?