Wednesday, February 6, 2008
A very fun day today . . . played with guns . . . in the house, no less . . .
So I come back home at around 1:30pm, maybe 2:00. I've got Subway for lunch and Ranma in the DVD player . . . good way to keep an afternoon going as any, right?
Well, the aniki calls me, tells me he's comin' over and that he needs a space in the garage - so, I move my car to the front of the house for him.
He arrives, rings the bell to get me to come up/out to help him . . . and . . . he's wearing green field fatigues as well as his police belt and sidearm . . . . . logic dictates that he must've been doing a training exercise this morning (which sucks, 'cause it was raining all morning!). So I come out to help him unload his gear from his car into the house. He hands me two things: a duffel bag, and a smaller, rectangular soft case . . .
". . . I'm carrying what I think I'm carrying, aren't I?" I ask.
"Yup," he replies.
"Cool . . ."
So yes, I brought my brother's C8 carbine into the house. That was cool . . . 'cause y'know, it's not every day that you just kinda happen to bring an automatic firearm into your house . . .
So yeah, all his gear was soaked and he needed to dry 'em out (couldn't clean 'em exactly, but he could at least wipe 'em down). In the process of, he showed me (and let me handle) a bunch of his Emergency Response stuff; his service pistol(!), his rifle(!!), all his other crazy stuff like flashbangs, various weapon magazines for C8s and MP5s . . . showed me his taser, some Arwen Gun rounds, some CS gas canisters . . .
I can't lie, I love having a cop for a brother.
At some point his girlfriend (also a cop) came over to chill before we ordered dinner. So anyway, by this point all of my brother's equipment is kinda all over the floor between the back door, the kitchen and the table. Whatever . . .
Dinner arrives, and we sit down to eat some order-in Chinese food. At some point while I'm forking some broccoli into my mouth, I look to the left of my plate:
On the table next to me is my brother's taser (holstered) and SIG SAUER P226 (unloaded, though the magazine was also sitting there). Not that I was worried or anything, it's just something you don't see every day.
"Is this normal for you guys?" I asked the two VPD officers in the room as I motion towards the firearms and whatnot next to my dinner plate. So we all have a laugh, apparently they didn't even really think about it . . . I'm sure they don't regularly eat with their guns around like that, but y'know . . . it's different. Very neat, in any case.
So by about 7:30 they left to go back home. Later that night when I went to kung-fu to practice, I made the other guys feel all jealous because I got to handle all that stuff. It was good times . . .
So that was yesterday.
. . . oh yeah, also had a job interview. It did not go too poorly. Need to write a test now, though . . .