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Anyone here ever had a negligent discharge that when you look back, all you can do is laugh?
I'm driving to Texas a couple months ago. I don't have a carry permit, so when I hit Alabama, I proceed to unload my gun to put it in the trunk. So, I got up at 7:30 Thursday morning. I'm in Tampa. My car is at a body shop in Ft Lauderdale, and they still aren't done with it, and I have to be in Fort Worth for a car show by 10 am Friday morning. So, my dad goes to the body shop, he's going to pick it up as soon as they are done and start heading up the Turnpike. I leave Tampa, to meet him, at about 1:30 pm. I'm pissed as all heck, because they've had the car for 2 months, they knew I was driving to Texas for 2 weeksish, and all they were doing was a fender liner, a fender, and a bumper, from an accident that wasn't even my fault. Now, I'm a college student, so getting up at 7:30 am isn't exactly my prime wake up time, especially considering I didn't get to bed until 3 am at the earliest. So, we get the car, and the radio doesn't work. I'm even more furious. Pop the hood, fix some stuff there, rip the radio out of the dash, can't fix it. Oh boy, what a fun drive from Jupiter, FL to Fort Worth with NO radio. I have a friend with me, and we look at each other, and are like "Whatever, we are still going." So, we get on the road, I'm cussing and moaning, he's happy because he won't have to listen to country the whole way out there.
So, fast forward to the FL/AL state line. He's on the phone with his girlfriend, it's like 10 o'clock at night or something, I'm exhausted, and I pull over on the shoulder. Grab my gun out of the center console, nervous as all heck. There are 4 DOT cars or something directly across the street at the weigh station. I rack the slide, out pops a round. Now, for some stupid reason, something I have NEVER done before, I point the gun at the floorboard, and pulled the trigger. BOOM!
I look at him, he looks at me, "Honey I gotta go" he says on the phone. I turn the dome light off, release the E-brake, and head for the border. Him and I are like "*** just happened?" Turns out, due to my tiredness, and being nervous about the whole situation, I forgot to drop the mag. So, I get it unloaded the correct way, don't pull the trigger, put it in the trunk, get back in the car, and light up a cigarette, and he and I are on our way.
So, after about 2 minutes of "Did that really just happen?" we both just start laughing our butts off. No one got hurt, the car is still running, and we both learned a lesson. It really made the weekend that much better, as we would just look at each other and go "BANG!" and start giggling like little girls. I go "Let's play name that tune. I think you can do this one on one beat." He goes "Okay." I go "BANG!" He goes "Sweet Home Alabama!", since that's what I started singing after the little incident happened since we were in Alabama.
Good times and a good lesson learned.
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I'm driving to Texas a couple months ago. I don't have a carry permit, so when I hit Alabama, I proceed to unload my gun to put it in the trunk. So, I got up at 7:30 Thursday morning. I'm in Tampa. My car is at a body shop in Ft Lauderdale, and they still aren't done with it, and I have to be in Fort Worth for a car show by 10 am Friday morning. So, my dad goes to the body shop, he's going to pick it up as soon as they are done and start heading up the Turnpike. I leave Tampa, to meet him, at about 1:30 pm. I'm pissed as all heck, because they've had the car for 2 months, they knew I was driving to Texas for 2 weeksish, and all they were doing was a fender liner, a fender, and a bumper, from an accident that wasn't even my fault. Now, I'm a college student, so getting up at 7:30 am isn't exactly my prime wake up time, especially considering I didn't get to bed until 3 am at the earliest. So, we get the car, and the radio doesn't work. I'm even more furious. Pop the hood, fix some stuff there, rip the radio out of the dash, can't fix it. Oh boy, what a fun drive from Jupiter, FL to Fort Worth with NO radio. I have a friend with me, and we look at each other, and are like "Whatever, we are still going." So, we get on the road, I'm cussing and moaning, he's happy because he won't have to listen to country the whole way out there.
So, fast forward to the FL/AL state line. He's on the phone with his girlfriend, it's like 10 o'clock at night or something, I'm exhausted, and I pull over on the shoulder. Grab my gun out of the center console, nervous as all heck. There are 4 DOT cars or something directly across the street at the weigh station. I rack the slide, out pops a round. Now, for some stupid reason, something I have NEVER done before, I point the gun at the floorboard, and pulled the trigger. BOOM!
I look at him, he looks at me, "Honey I gotta go" he says on the phone. I turn the dome light off, release the E-brake, and head for the border. Him and I are like "*** just happened?" Turns out, due to my tiredness, and being nervous about the whole situation, I forgot to drop the mag. So, I get it unloaded the correct way, don't pull the trigger, put it in the trunk, get back in the car, and light up a cigarette, and he and I are on our way.So, after about 2 minutes of "Did that really just happen?" we both just start laughing our butts off. No one got hurt, the car is still running, and we both learned a lesson. It really made the weekend that much better, as we would just look at each other and go "BANG!" and start giggling like little girls. I go "Let's play name that tune. I think you can do this one on one beat." He goes "Okay." I go "BANG!" He goes "Sweet Home Alabama!", since that's what I started singing after the little incident happened since we were in Alabama.
Good times and a good lesson learned.
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