The following day, after a restful night of sleep at our airplane-provided hotel room, I put my hand in one of my partially opened jacket pockets, and, much to my dismay, found three spare bullets from my rifle. Scared shitless, I dumped them in the trash container at the hotel and returned to the airport without a word. I happened to meet the person who discovered my bullet and innocently asked him what kind it was. The description matched my silver hollow-point Federal bullets exactly. I've told no one about this until now.
I feel so bad for the thousands of people fucked up by my stupid bullet. But to the French guy who gave me that anti-American bullshit attitude on the plane, I hope your sorry ass was screwed the most by this fiasco.
--Anonymous