Today.
Watched woman willing to get ran over actually get run over in the parking lot.
Cops interview me and become angry at my incessant laughing.
Hold up button somehow activates itself. Unknowing that a mini redneck swat team is about to stack the door; I exit my front door 1911 strapped to my side and find myself staring down a mossburg 500 and a couple of Glocks. Holy Chit! They do NOT play. Temporarily "detained" (not cuffed just held my the shoulders) until I identified myself.
Later...had to physically remove a woman from my store who was clearly deranged and screaming bloody murder.
Sit down to eat my subway sandwich and someone pulls a pin on the mustard grenade that had found itself on my sandwich. I said "a SINGLE line of mustard!" WTF Wore in all over my jeans and jacket (which by the way was saturated enough it went through and stained BOTH shirts under it.
Nearly at closing....day is soon to be over and low and behold a roof panel collapses nearly landing on my head. Seriously I was wearing sheetrock dust
Hell of a DAY!!!!!!!