CNYCacher
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Hey all,
Been down to Virginia Beach all this week and had an interesting time in the world of situational awareness. Gotta say though that I missed THR and hit the Nightcrawler thread when I came back ASAP.
First, I think that I "made" my first CCWer (made, as in recognized) on Thursday, the wife and I stopped in "Joe's Eatery"* for some grub. The place wasn't in what you would call "the best" part of Virginia Beach, but it certainly wasn't a bad neighborhood. Either way, the owner of the place showed up while we were eating (the other employees were calling him "Joe"*). He was dressed in jean shorts and an untucked Polo shirt. I noticed when he reached overhead that he was wearing a rather sturdy-looking belt and there was some type of clip coming down in front of the belt at around 2-oclock. The shirt only rode up so you could see the bottom half of the belt and the clip, but I am pretty sure it could have been an IWB holster. He also adjusted something there when he sat down in a minute later (I know the diff between 12 and 2 so no smart-*** comments on that one ).
*=Names have been changed
Other thing happened just tonight. I am right now in a motel room about halfway back to my home in Upstate NY. A few hours ago, maybe 30 minutes after we settled into the room, we were all lounging on the beds when suddenly there was the sound of the electronic lock on our door and our door opened. My first reaction was to assume that it was the cleaning lady. I yelled out "Excuse us!". Then two things happened at once:
I open the door a little bit with my foot planted behind it (given our relative sizes, no way he could have pushed past me like that) and the conversation went like this:
"What do you want?"
"I'm sorry, my room is 209," he holds up the key-card envelope and it indeed has 209 written on it in the front desk lady's sloppy penmanship "and I get the numbers confused, I am so sorry!" (we are staying in room 206, so it is entirely plausible)
"why does your card work in my door"
"No idea!" (he looks back and forth from the numbers on the door (206) to his envelope(209)
"Okay, then. Bye"
"So sorry"
"No problem"
I slam the door in his face. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I wanted to make sure it latched. I also put the chain lock on and went right to the phone and called the desk:
"Front desk"
"Hi, the guy from 209 just came up and he got the room numbers mixed up and he was able to get into our room with his keycard."
"Well. . . that's not supposed to happen. . ."
"Oh, really?"
"No."
"Gee, I didn't think so. Could you change the lock and bring me a new card please?"
"Sure, it'll be right up"
From what I understand, they can reset the locks on the doors from the desk, so as soon as she generated a new keycard for me to use, Mr 209's card wouldn't work in my door enymore. My new card was up within a couple minutes, during which time, and for quite a while afterwards, I got a good ribbing from my wife and her brother about how I had rushed the door (did I mention he was with us at the time [we are visiting him on our way back from VA Beach]).
Self-critique: No need to re-open the door.
So there was my adventure du jour.
Been down to Virginia Beach all this week and had an interesting time in the world of situational awareness. Gotta say though that I missed THR and hit the Nightcrawler thread when I came back ASAP.
First, I think that I "made" my first CCWer (made, as in recognized) on Thursday, the wife and I stopped in "Joe's Eatery"* for some grub. The place wasn't in what you would call "the best" part of Virginia Beach, but it certainly wasn't a bad neighborhood. Either way, the owner of the place showed up while we were eating (the other employees were calling him "Joe"*). He was dressed in jean shorts and an untucked Polo shirt. I noticed when he reached overhead that he was wearing a rather sturdy-looking belt and there was some type of clip coming down in front of the belt at around 2-oclock. The shirt only rode up so you could see the bottom half of the belt and the clip, but I am pretty sure it could have been an IWB holster. He also adjusted something there when he sat down in a minute later (I know the diff between 12 and 2 so no smart-*** comments on that one ).
*=Names have been changed
Other thing happened just tonight. I am right now in a motel room about halfway back to my home in Upstate NY. A few hours ago, maybe 30 minutes after we settled into the room, we were all lounging on the beds when suddenly there was the sound of the electronic lock on our door and our door opened. My first reaction was to assume that it was the cleaning lady. I yelled out "Excuse us!". Then two things happened at once:
- I realized that cleaning ladies generally don't come around at 8:30pm
- I heard a man's voice say something in the doorway
I open the door a little bit with my foot planted behind it (given our relative sizes, no way he could have pushed past me like that) and the conversation went like this:
"What do you want?"
"I'm sorry, my room is 209," he holds up the key-card envelope and it indeed has 209 written on it in the front desk lady's sloppy penmanship "and I get the numbers confused, I am so sorry!" (we are staying in room 206, so it is entirely plausible)
"why does your card work in my door"
"No idea!" (he looks back and forth from the numbers on the door (206) to his envelope(209)
"Okay, then. Bye"
"So sorry"
"No problem"
I slam the door in his face. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I wanted to make sure it latched. I also put the chain lock on and went right to the phone and called the desk:
"Front desk"
"Hi, the guy from 209 just came up and he got the room numbers mixed up and he was able to get into our room with his keycard."
"Well. . . that's not supposed to happen. . ."
"Oh, really?"
"No."
"Gee, I didn't think so. Could you change the lock and bring me a new card please?"
"Sure, it'll be right up"
From what I understand, they can reset the locks on the doors from the desk, so as soon as she generated a new keycard for me to use, Mr 209's card wouldn't work in my door enymore. My new card was up within a couple minutes, during which time, and for quite a while afterwards, I got a good ribbing from my wife and her brother about how I had rushed the door (did I mention he was with us at the time [we are visiting him on our way back from VA Beach]).
Self-critique: No need to re-open the door.
So there was my adventure du jour.