You might be a mall-ninja if...
You wear Ray Ban sunglasses while
indoors at the mall.
You call anyone in uniform who carries a weapon a sheepdog. Everyone else is a "sheep".
Anyone you see wearing loose, baggy clothes is a "gangbanger" and anyone in dirty clothes is a "suspect".
You buy a Ford Crown Victoria at a police auction because it has twin spotlights.
Then install a push-bar.
And a police scanner.
And fog lights on the package shelf for your "ambers".
And a $299 refurbished Dell laptop on a kludge stand facing the driver's seat.
But can't afford to replace the leaky water pump or fix squeaky fan belts.
You buy an AR-15 then proceed to add so many rails and attachments that it weighs as much as an M1918 BAR.
You proclaim the movement techniques taught by Clint Smith, Todd Jarrett, Blackwater, etc. to be obsolete - mostly because your thighs are so big you can't actually put one foot in front of the other.
You own a ghillie suit and think it will help you blend in, in the "urban jungle".
But that's okay the nearest wooded area is the 600 sq yard public park 3 miles away.
You only carry "high powered" weapons - like 9mm and .40 S&W pistols.
You put down as "obsolete" or "old school" calibers like .357 or .45... but think the 9mm round is "new school" (despite it being invented in 1902).
You spend your off-time on Friday and Saturday nights using Flitz to polish your ammo's brass while watching COPS, CHIPS or SWAT reruns.
You carry a spare handcuff key on each of your keyrings, sewn in a pocket in the back of all your pants and inside one shoe, just in case you're overwhelmed and taken hostage.
And you can't make up some of this stuff.
From Gecko45's website:
Always carry some FMJ bullets on which you slit an X on the point, making them incredibly powerful.
You endlessly debate how the 9mm (or .40 S&W) has more "stopping power" than the .357 Magnum.
You can't afford a taser, so you buy a lefty holster and fill it with an Airsoft G17 as your "Less-Than-Lethal Option".
Extra Ninja points if you put the Taser logo on the grip.
You equip your Glock with a Laser sight AND a rail-mounted flashlight in case some nutjob starts shooting up the mall during a power failure.
You speak in ten-code to friends, like "Sorry, on Thursday I'll be 10-8 at the mall." Or "Just 10-21 me tomorrow afternoon."
You claim to have been taught the art of sniping by Carlos Hathcock, but you weren't born until after 1987.
When your named is mentioned in the presense of any local LEO, he closes his eyes and counts to twenty before saying anything.