Wild Dog
Banned
It happened yesterday at work. Since I've joined this site I've been employed by five different malls, I've been fired or quit from each for...particular reasons. My current employer, I thought, was going to be the perfect fit. Boy, was I wrong.
It began as I saw a man running out of the Sears with a handful of merchandise, the LP agent behind him yelling for him to stop. Realizing drastic action was needed, I stepped in to take control and put things five by five. Initially, my supervisor forbade me from carrying firearms on duty. But my constant preaching of the 2nd amendment and invocation of the Tree of Liberty caused his eventual relent. So I armed myself and, while on duty, favored a .357 Colt Python with a 6" barrel.
Seeing the shoplifter flee made my blood boil and I drew my weapon. I knew the LP agent couldn't catch him in time, but my .357 could. I took careful aim, exhaled, and squeezed the trigger. Flame and lead exploded from the barrel, sending death hurtling toward the dirtbag. I hit him directly between the shoulder blades. He jerked, and fell over over the railing of the second floor and landed into the wishing fountain. As I looked at his felled body, I could see life still in him. He tried to thrash and pull himself from the water but I knew his spinal cord had been severed. He could do nothing but drown. I felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me with the realization that I had just made the world a little better place.
All around me I could hear the terrified screams of families who had witnessed my heroic battle. They were, no doubt, terrified of the piece of filth I had just ventilated. I tried to allay their fears by explaining he was dead. I even fired a few rounds into the shoplifter's corpse to accentuate my point. But their cries continued. As I tried to deal with the situation, an angry shopper confronted me. Screaming at me for terrifying his family. I point my gun at his face and told him to back up. He accused me of not having the balls to shoot him.
I lowered my gun and shoved it into his crotch. I told him that in a few moments he wouldn't have the balls. I cocked the hammer to further make my point. He wisely chose to back off. A few minutes later, my supervisor called me into his office. He made me rip off the cloth badge from my uniform and turn in the cloth badge I kept in my wallet. I was suspended!!! For doing my job, what BS!!!
It began as I saw a man running out of the Sears with a handful of merchandise, the LP agent behind him yelling for him to stop. Realizing drastic action was needed, I stepped in to take control and put things five by five. Initially, my supervisor forbade me from carrying firearms on duty. But my constant preaching of the 2nd amendment and invocation of the Tree of Liberty caused his eventual relent. So I armed myself and, while on duty, favored a .357 Colt Python with a 6" barrel.
Seeing the shoplifter flee made my blood boil and I drew my weapon. I knew the LP agent couldn't catch him in time, but my .357 could. I took careful aim, exhaled, and squeezed the trigger. Flame and lead exploded from the barrel, sending death hurtling toward the dirtbag. I hit him directly between the shoulder blades. He jerked, and fell over over the railing of the second floor and landed into the wishing fountain. As I looked at his felled body, I could see life still in him. He tried to thrash and pull himself from the water but I knew his spinal cord had been severed. He could do nothing but drown. I felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me with the realization that I had just made the world a little better place.
All around me I could hear the terrified screams of families who had witnessed my heroic battle. They were, no doubt, terrified of the piece of filth I had just ventilated. I tried to allay their fears by explaining he was dead. I even fired a few rounds into the shoplifter's corpse to accentuate my point. But their cries continued. As I tried to deal with the situation, an angry shopper confronted me. Screaming at me for terrifying his family. I point my gun at his face and told him to back up. He accused me of not having the balls to shoot him.
I lowered my gun and shoved it into his crotch. I told him that in a few moments he wouldn't have the balls. I cocked the hammer to further make my point. He wisely chose to back off. A few minutes later, my supervisor called me into his office. He made me rip off the cloth badge from my uniform and turn in the cloth badge I kept in my wallet. I was suspended!!! For doing my job, what BS!!!
