hankdatank1362
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And I'm Okay with it.
A little background info: I am (was) a bartender at a local restaurant. Been there about two years. Restaurant has no-weapons-on-company-property policy, which we had to agree to (among other things) in order to obtain employment. Policy aside, several people keep weapons in their car, myself included. Management knows about this and is okay with it... actually, management made jokes about me running to get a gun should the need arise. They called it the "Hank! Car!" drill. The general manager keeps a Makarov in the office on nights he closes.
Friday night, a regular couple comes into the bar. I've met them before; a nice couple, but their night usually ends in swearing after the gentleman has had two of three drinks.
This night was a little different. Towards the end of the night, he began his usual tirade of swearing against his girlfriend, a very sweet, kind woman who holds a master's degree in teaching and has two little boys.
He then proceeded to push her to the ground and grab her by the back of her neck and toss her around. Myself and the floor manager escorted the guy out, without hurting or harming him in any way. He made several threats along the line of "coming back to get you." We then counseled the woman for about an hour, and walked her to her car.
Saturday night, I was thinking about that guy's threats. He's a real piece of work, with nothing to lose; unemployed, lives with his mom, alcoholic, etc. I decided to forgo company policy and bring my SIG P226 in with me to work.
I placed it high in a cabinet behind the bar, out of sight or reach for anyone but me, unless they had a stepladder. It stayed there all night until after we closed, and it was just me and the floor manager in the restaurant. (whom I considered somewhat of a friend; he is the one who coined the "Hank! Car!" drill, and has been over to our house several times.) he saw me remove the firearm from the cabinet and stuff it in my pants as I was heading to my car to leave for the night.
He noticed I had the firearm and asked "Did you bring your gun in with you?!?!?" I told him I did, and I told him why. Hell, he was there the other night when all this went down. I was suprised he didn't understand. He told me to go put it in my car, so I did. He asked me why I would bring it in.
I reminded him about the guy's threats the previous night.
He said "You're bigger than he is... just kick his ***!"
I asked "Well what if he comes in shooting? He doesn't have anything to lose."
He replied "Well then I guess we all die then, don't we?" sarcastically.
I told him that I was not comfortable with that option, and left for the evening.
Fast forward to today; I get to work, and he (the floor manager) is waiting for me in the outside office. He motions me to come inside. When I do, I notice the company policy packet that I signed when I first started, with the firearm policy highlighted. Basically, that was it. We politely shook hands, and parted our ways.
At the end of the day... typical anti-gun C.Y.A. policies cost me my job.
I'm still alive. Nobody had to get shot. Realized that some people who you think are friends are ignorantly blinded by idiotic policies (the same manager who disciplined me for giving his lifelong friend, HIS LIFELONG FRIEND, not mine, a free draft beer... when we drink draft all night for free).
Oh well. Life goes on. Putting in applications tomorrow at various local LE agencies.
Funny part? my wife actually prayed to God (litterally, on her knees prayed) this morning while I was in the shower for something to change in our lives, because she was tired of me having to work so late in such an environment.
I think God answered.
What do you guys think?
A little background info: I am (was) a bartender at a local restaurant. Been there about two years. Restaurant has no-weapons-on-company-property policy, which we had to agree to (among other things) in order to obtain employment. Policy aside, several people keep weapons in their car, myself included. Management knows about this and is okay with it... actually, management made jokes about me running to get a gun should the need arise. They called it the "Hank! Car!" drill. The general manager keeps a Makarov in the office on nights he closes.
Friday night, a regular couple comes into the bar. I've met them before; a nice couple, but their night usually ends in swearing after the gentleman has had two of three drinks.
This night was a little different. Towards the end of the night, he began his usual tirade of swearing against his girlfriend, a very sweet, kind woman who holds a master's degree in teaching and has two little boys.
He then proceeded to push her to the ground and grab her by the back of her neck and toss her around. Myself and the floor manager escorted the guy out, without hurting or harming him in any way. He made several threats along the line of "coming back to get you." We then counseled the woman for about an hour, and walked her to her car.
Saturday night, I was thinking about that guy's threats. He's a real piece of work, with nothing to lose; unemployed, lives with his mom, alcoholic, etc. I decided to forgo company policy and bring my SIG P226 in with me to work.
I placed it high in a cabinet behind the bar, out of sight or reach for anyone but me, unless they had a stepladder. It stayed there all night until after we closed, and it was just me and the floor manager in the restaurant. (whom I considered somewhat of a friend; he is the one who coined the "Hank! Car!" drill, and has been over to our house several times.) he saw me remove the firearm from the cabinet and stuff it in my pants as I was heading to my car to leave for the night.
He noticed I had the firearm and asked "Did you bring your gun in with you?!?!?" I told him I did, and I told him why. Hell, he was there the other night when all this went down. I was suprised he didn't understand. He told me to go put it in my car, so I did. He asked me why I would bring it in.
I reminded him about the guy's threats the previous night.
He said "You're bigger than he is... just kick his ***!"
I asked "Well what if he comes in shooting? He doesn't have anything to lose."
He replied "Well then I guess we all die then, don't we?" sarcastically.
I told him that I was not comfortable with that option, and left for the evening.
Fast forward to today; I get to work, and he (the floor manager) is waiting for me in the outside office. He motions me to come inside. When I do, I notice the company policy packet that I signed when I first started, with the firearm policy highlighted. Basically, that was it. We politely shook hands, and parted our ways.
At the end of the day... typical anti-gun C.Y.A. policies cost me my job.
I'm still alive. Nobody had to get shot. Realized that some people who you think are friends are ignorantly blinded by idiotic policies (the same manager who disciplined me for giving his lifelong friend, HIS LIFELONG FRIEND, not mine, a free draft beer... when we drink draft all night for free).
Oh well. Life goes on. Putting in applications tomorrow at various local LE agencies.
Funny part? my wife actually prayed to God (litterally, on her knees prayed) this morning while I was in the shower for something to change in our lives, because she was tired of me having to work so late in such an environment.
I think God answered.
What do you guys think?