kbm6893
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I left my gun in a changing room once. Only for a few seconds, but it left its mark. Never done it since.
In an unnamed location I used to work at, I went to one of the bathrooms and found a Glock 22 .40 on the sink.......I got it back to the guy without anyone finding out......
Heard another story from another unnamed job where a doctor found a S&W 65 in the bathroom at a hospital, luckily he was cool and just gave it back.
Rule 1, don't forget your gun!
I just leave it holstered, I carry IWB and if someone reaches under the stall to grab my gun we have more serious issues at hand than trying to hide the gun while pooping. Before I leave the stall I make sure I have my wallet, keys, phone, gun etc.
Now that's funny, and it triggered a forgotten memory: in '81 I was just arrived in El Salvador and there was a "small war" going on. I had just cleared customs and hit the head. As I walked into the mens room in the airport lobby I see two G3s propped in the corner. Right then a young fellow in uniform came out of a stall, picked up his rifle and waited for his partner to come out. His partner came out of the same stall...I was on a roadblock with four other MP's during a riot in DC, armed with a shotgun, rifles, ammo, and lots of CS gas grenades among us, when one guy had to take a dump. We had been using a men's room in a gas station on the corner, so he headed over there. When he dropped trou and tried to sit down, he realized that his webgear was too bulky to get properly situated. He unhooked the web belt, shrugged out of the harness, and tossed the mass of straps and pouches on the floor. To his horror, one of the gas grenades went off, leaving him with pants down around his ankles, gas mask tangled therein, business on the way, rifle and gear on the floor, and the small room rapidly filling with the most noxious non-lethal stuff you could imagine. He pinched his loaf, grabbed his gear, and stumbled out of the room in a white cloud of gas, pants still around his ankles. We'd heard him yell and saw him emerge from the cloud, crying, coughing, drooling and puking, an image that is, to borrow a popular phrase, seared in my memory. I can't remember his name or see his face anymore, but I can still see that olive drab wraith with pale legs staggering out of the cloud of gas.
LMAO!!! This is the funniest thread I've read in months!