Years ago, one of my friends and mentors was Bob P. He was an ex-Air Force guy with a wealth of life experiences, and a deep, bass voice. He was a 13 years older than I, and I met him around the same time my father passed away, so he sort of filled the substitute father/older brother role.
We spent a couple years following one another from job-to-job.
Bob would work for a security guard company, I’d follow him there. Eventually, he got a job at TMCCC, and suggested I come on board, which I did.
And, we were shooting buddies. Normally, he was safe and competent.
Before he joined the credit card company, he was employed as a training officer at a large, Internationally-known, private security company. It was one of the few places he and I never worked together. I was starting my PI business at the time.
So, Bob’s in the office, with French doors looking out over 27th Avenue (a major North/South street in Phoenix). And a co-worker asks to see his nickel, 6″ Colt Python – a beautiful gun.
Bob clears the revolver, and hands it safely to the co-worker, who admires it. The guy returns the revolver to Bob, who loads and re-holsters it.
I think the technical term is brain fart. Bob asks his friend, “Did you try the trigger?” The guy says no, so Bob unholsters the gun again, forgetting he had just reloaded it, and promptly sends a .357 round through the French door glass, and across 27th Avenue!!
Of course, pandemonium ensues, with the main concern being the terminus of the errant round.
They never did locate it, but it didn’t hit any cars driving by, and there was no obvious damage or destruction
farther across the street. Frankly, a miracle.
Bob was reprimanded, but didn’t lose his job(!). Of course, he also never lived the incident down, either.
THE FOUR RULES – LIVE ‘EM.
We cannot have enough reminders.