The company for which I work has a "no-guns" policy. Of course.
Today, the id-card reader was down, so our contract security firm, Pinkerton, posted a guard to manually verify IDs.
The first guard I saw was about 19 years old, about 300 pounds of jigglin' jello, and a mouth-breather. Literally. I later saw him sucking on a cigarette. Even with my bad knees and heart murmur, I felt fairly confident that I could beat him in a footrace.
The second guard was about eleventy-gazillion years old and moved like he hadn't had his joints greased since he came off the assembly line.
And neither was armed. No gun, no pepper, no taser, not even friggin' pocketknives as far as I could tell.
Gosh, I feel so safe here.
Today, the id-card reader was down, so our contract security firm, Pinkerton, posted a guard to manually verify IDs.
The first guard I saw was about 19 years old, about 300 pounds of jigglin' jello, and a mouth-breather. Literally. I later saw him sucking on a cigarette. Even with my bad knees and heart murmur, I felt fairly confident that I could beat him in a footrace.
The second guard was about eleventy-gazillion years old and moved like he hadn't had his joints greased since he came off the assembly line.
And neither was armed. No gun, no pepper, no taser, not even friggin' pocketknives as far as I could tell.
Gosh, I feel so safe here.