A few years back in the late 90's, my wife (resident alien) had to go to the local INS office to take care of some paperwork. When we entered the waiting area, we went thru a metal detector. It buzzed as I passed thru and I pulled out my Benchmade Mini AFCK. I told the overzealous armed security guard that I would put the knife in my car and that I'd be right back. He told me to hand over the knife to him. I said no. Again he asked for the knife, this time in a louder more stern voice. I told him no again and that if he didn't want me in the building that I would wait outside. For a third time he said, " Sir, The knife." I ignored him and walked out of the office into the parking lot. He soon followed me and I could hear him calling for back-up on his radio. In the parking lot he cut in front of me and said, "Sir, hand over the knife. It's a felony to carry a knife into a federal building." I said OK and told him to get out of my way. This time my little "porky" security guard friend told me that I was going to have to be detained. I then told him that he was going to have to have his A** kicked. Suddenly a second guard came out of the building and pulled Barney Fife aside. He then sent him back into the building. The second guard apologized and told me to have a nice day. In this time my wife finished her business and we were on our way.
Moral
of the story...Life is short. Don't be stepped on.
Moral
of the story...Life is short. Don't be stepped on.
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