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I- just... what?

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>At work
>In full uniform, wearing Bat Utility Belt with duty pistol
>Enforcing laws
>Or, more accurately, just saying hi to people and making sure that one kid doesn't climb in the dumpster
>Walk into headquarters to check in
>Woman in birkenstocks and white girl dreadlocks is looking at brochures
>Can tell by looking at her that nothing she has to say will ever be important
>Reeks of pachouli
>She notices me walking in and smiles and starts to ask me something about the map on the wall
>She freezes before she even gets the first syllable
>Points at my hip and says "that's a gun!"
>"Um, yeah?"
>"There's no guns allowed here!"
>"What?"
>"There's no guns allowed here! There's a sign on the door!"
>Guns are allowed and we even have an unofficial shooting range, but you can't carry inside the HQ because of bullshit federal law, so there's a sign on the front door
>"Ma'am, I work here."
>"But you can't have a gun here!"
>".... I WORK HERE."
>"But guns aren't allowed here! You aren't supposed to have one!"
>"Ma'am, I'm law enforcement."
>"But the other rangers don't have guns!"
>"They're interpretive. I'm law enforcement."
>"You're not a real cop! You're a ranger! Like Yogi Bear!"
>Stare in a churning mire of confusion, amazement at the depths of human stupidity, and loathing
>She shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, then clutches her brochures to her chest and scurries out the door
>I watch her trot through the parking lot and climb into a Prius and drive off into the woods.
>A Prius.
>Of fucking course.

Some people, I swear...