Years ago I was working as a coat check girl in a leather bar when a hoorid young man with a perpetual sneer came flouncing up and, without a word, threw two coats down on the counter. The second one was really heavy, and the horrid young man said "careful with that. It's got my partner's revolver in it"
"I beg your pardon?" I inquired.
"his revolver. His gun. He's a deputy sheriff!" he replied impatiently.
Well. There was no way I was going to take this horrid young man at his word, and even if he was telling the truth, I didn't want an unattended gun in MY leather bar coat check. I gave the coat back. The manager was summoned. The manager backed me up. The young man had histrionics. The partner/deputy finally showed up and took his coat back rather sheepishly and left his gun in his car. A wonderful evening was had by all.
But honestly: guns in bars? Leaving aside the obvious question of alcohol-fueled violence, what about good old-fashioned alcohol-fueled clumsiness? I can't imagine the sort of bar owner who would be enthusiastic about this law.
I always thought that LL Cool J unplugged was pretty cool. Never understood why it wasn't released, though. Anyone know where on teh internets one might find it?
(with witnesses reporting Williams was not a threat to Officer Birk).
My guess was that's what the witnesses would say. Of course, Birk will argue that just because the witnesses didn't perceive Williams as a threat it doesn't mean he wasn't a threat but I suspect the perceptions of the witnesses are much closer to reality than the feeling of Birk.
It's a high energy performance, but I have trouble enjoying songs written for the sole purpose of self promotion. Blah blah. I'm uptight. Anyway, he looks great in that shirt, and drapy pants may be fashion sin, but their great for looking at penises.
Years ago I was working as a coat check girl in a leather bar when a hoorid young man with a perpetual sneer came flouncing up and, without a word, threw two coats down on the counter. The second one was really heavy, and the horrid young man said "careful with that. It's got my partner's revolver in it"
"I beg your pardon?" I inquired.
"his revolver. His gun. He's a deputy sheriff!" he replied impatiently.
Well. There was no way I was going to take this horrid young man at his word, and even if he was telling the truth, I didn't want an unattended gun in MY leather bar coat check. I gave the coat back. The manager was summoned. The manager backed me up. The young man had histrionics. The partner/deputy finally showed up and took his coat back rather sheepishly and left his gun in his car. A wonderful evening was had by all.
But honestly: guns in bars? Leaving aside the obvious question of alcohol-fueled violence, what about good old-fashioned alcohol-fueled clumsiness? I can't imagine the sort of bar owner who would be enthusiastic about this law.
Isn't it a bit early for a drink?
Phoebe, I noticed that also. Maybe the internets had a burp while I was posting?
My guess was that's what the witnesses would say. Of course, Birk will argue that just because the witnesses didn't perceive Williams as a threat it doesn't mean he wasn't a threat but I suspect the perceptions of the witnesses are much closer to reality than the feeling of Birk.