Pizza guns

[fbhjr]

For many years in and after college I lived over a pizza place. (Actually
it was a pizza place when we moved in, became a donut shop, then middle
eastern place, then finally went back to a pizza place.)
The owner of the place when we first moved in was a nice enough guy. He
was a born again Christian and would often try and discuss his faith with
customers. As they were almost all engineering college students, this
didn’t go over that well, but I never had a problem with it.

One day yebo were walking down the street and saw the owner
walking along with a big bag. When we asked him what he was doing, he said
“taking the money from the pizza shop to the bank.”
“Aren’t you worried walking down the street with a bag full of money?” I
asked.
“No,” he said. “I have faith.”
“That must be a lot of faith,” I said.
“Faith in my 44 magnum,” he said, lifting his coat so I could see it in his
belt. It was a big pistol. Every bit as big as it looks in those Dirty
Harry movies.

A few years later, his pizza shop was robbed at gun point. A man came in
with a shot gun, made the owner and his assistant go downstairs to the
basement and lie face first on the ground while he robbed the place.
I talked with him about it later.
“The 44 didn’t come into it?” I asked him.
“He had a shotgun. There were customers in my place and my assistant
behind me. There was not question about pulling my gun. If I did, a lot
of people would be dead.”
“He might have shot you down in the basement.”
“Yeah, but then it just would have been me, not my customers.”

I never had any problem with him have a gun.

Comments

[ravena-kade.livejournal.com]

Wow.

[evrgreen.livejournal.com]

Like the saying goes - with great power comes great responsibility. If one cannot be responsible, or feel comfortable with using a firearm in a particular situation, one should not. Once a bullet - or arrow for that matter - is fired, there is no calling it back.