Caught with my pants down!
 

I belong to another forum that has had a long going thread regarding being in an off-duty situation without your weapon. Since I rarely post there (even though 99% of the people are like those here), I'd thought I'd post my 'pants' thing here.

So... I was off-duty and doing yard work, all day. I finished at about 7 pm... and my then (5 year old) daughter asks for a slurpee. It was a very hot day and early evening so I say no prob and leave the compound for the 7/11.

Arriving, the slurpee machine is broken down. So, I get this brilliant idea to travel 20 miles on the freeway to another 7/11 that I frequent on duty. I really wanted the peach iced tea slurpee. I had my DL... no weapon, nada.

We arrive at the 7/11 and the Turkish guy running the place see's me and says hi 'Sarge'. He goes into the back room and continues to count his cash as I could see him on a plexiglass partition.

Me and the girl go to the back corner of the store and start loading our slurpees. I hear the 'ping' of the outside door opening. Looking at the entrant, it's a black male adult. He's wearing full sweats, and a hooded sweatshirt. He goes to the magazine rack and starts to stare at the 'womens day' magazine on the rack.

"Ping", next Black male adult enters... wearing a 3/4 length leather jacket.... did I tell you that it was hot? and walks the aisles. He stops at a jar of marachino cherries, is transfixxed by them....he can't take his eyes off of them.

I think 'this is a ho-down'....I'm unarmed, We have the security camera's, but I'm screwed. I'm hurrying to fill my BS slurpee. This appears to be a three man team... One for security (Mr. womens day...) The floor man (Mr Marachino), and the last man, the talker...the register man, the prospective killer.

I get the Slurpees... throw $1.97 on the counter and yell 'Thanx, Achmed'. We are now leaving. I turn as the 'ping' of the door sounds. I look at the entrant. Another black male adult.. I can't help myself, it was spontaneous... 'Hey, Leprechaun. How ya doing?" It was a Crip...guy with the last name of Green...hence the moniker. He was the talker.

"HEY, SERGEANT XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, I'm doing great! How's the POLICE DEPARTMENT?

I replied that I'm great as is the world. I hten left...called the detectives and it was done. There was no robbery at that establishment that evening.

Re: Caught with my pants down!
 

Achmed owes a prayer of thanks to Allah, ...and free slurpees to you and your daughter.:yes:

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No free Slurpees... but thanx for the kind thoughts!:coolbeer:

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You drove 20 miles to get a Slurpee? :thumb.aspx:

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Well, ummmmm, yeah. And that was ONE way. So it was a 40 mile round trip excursion! And in my original post I mentioned that it was a 'brilliant' idea.

Yup, I was toopid, burning gas, risking my daughters (and my) life.... but man, a Peach Ice Tea Slurpee made it all worthwhile NOT! :bear_rolleyes:

I haven't had one in years, but maybe I'll get one soon!

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Great story, thanx for posting.

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Hey Fixture, Maybe you were ment to go there that day to stop "it" from happening. Not too many could have pulled off what you did. What are the odds the slurpee machine at one place was broken, what are the odds you would go twenty mile outa you way for another.

Coincidences!!! Go figure!!

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You know what??..........That didnt even cross my mind SB

I think you just nailed it.

No Coincidences........Just God taking the option of remaining anon.

Astute observation Good sir :ok:


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