Yes, actually. I think I told this story over at CC, but....
It was my final year of my bachelor's degree, like one week until graduation. I had an evening class that ran until like 10:00. By the time I was leaving school, there was practically no one around. I walk out to my car, and suddenly this guy just appears out of nowhere and asks if I have the time. Kind fellow that I am, I look down to check my watch, and hear the unmistakable click-clack of a pistol being racked back. (Why he did that, and why they do it all the time in movies, makes no sense; if you know how guns work, there is NO reason to do that most of the time except it seems more imposing, I guess...anyway....) Sure enough, I look up and he's going through the classic "give me your wallet" routine and acting all big and bad. UNlike the movies, this is NOT the time to go Chuck Norris on him and try to get the gun away or something stupid like that, so I do what one SHOULD do in this position: cooperate and get as much detail on him as I can. He takes the few bucks I have in my wallet (hey, I'm a starving college student, after all!), interestingly leaves my credit card, and hoists up my laptop as his grand prize instead. I DID rationally try to explain to him to leave the laptop, explaining all the school info I had on it, and he briefly put it back down before getting into his tough guy mode again and saying that HE was "making the rules here", not me. *sigh* So he walks me over to the treeline and takes off into the night.
Naturally, I called...my father, who at the time was the head of the Criminal Investigation Division of the county police department. (Just retired from the force two years ago after 25+ years of service...by this point, he was pretty high up in the chain.) Within minutes, no less than four police cars are on the scene and I'm being questioned. I gave them the best description I could of the guy, and also the gun, which I recognized as being the same sidearm carried by most police officers (including the ones in this county) and most military forces, the
Beretta M9. Turns out that was one of the keys to case, because an M9 had been reported stolen nearby from a retired police officer's home (he came to the scene as well). Once they put two and two together, they were on him quick. Within two hours, they were at this punk's home, who has the gall to try and jump out the window to
escape...with my laptop in hand. Hey, moron...try NOT CARRYING THE EVIDENCE WITH YOU, huh?
So they bring me to the police station, show me a bunch of mug shots (one of which is the guy and the others are stock photos they keep on file to make sure you make a positive ID), and I pick him out easy. That was the end of my night, and I went home while he rotted away that evening in one of their holding cells.
The sad part is that, while he could have gotten up to 10 years, he instead got only two and probably got out WAY early for "good behavior". Ahhhh, justice.
You want to know how bad and frustrating the court system is today, just ask a cop. Very depressing to do their job and have the courts let these leaches of society out so much faster than their sentence should require they rot away.
Whew. Okay, next question....
HYE fired a gun?
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