Some ar-tard called the cops b/c they saw someone selling a gun in a Burger King parking lot. Police showed up on the double quick, blocked us in (except me!!, I could have ran and led them on a 45 min high speed chase up 67
) and ran a serial number check on the gun. Funny thing is some kid from the Burger King (worked there) came out as he saw the cop cars (he was on his cellular) and talked to them when I was leaving. I would not be suprised if it was him who called the politzi (douche!).
Police were funny. Young and old guy. Old guy was a riot. He had mentioned that he would never carry a "gun with a barrel this long" (didnt call it a 1911) and asked if it was 9mm. I said no, .45. I looked at his belt and he had a Glock 23, to which I said, hey, you guys carry the shorter model, the model 23. The old cop cut me off with a glance and said, and I quote (in a way that stated that he was the only one professional enough to do so): "Yes, we carry the Glock .40". I stood there shocked for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh, cry, go into the fetal position, grab his taser and zap myself, and so on. It took me everything not to laugh. Techres was cool about it, he uses the 23 for pin shoots, which he mentioned after the Glock 40 comment, apparently handling the professional quote very well, better than I.
The older officer simply gave us back our IDs and thanked us for our cooperation and patience. On the way back, I just had to blare some Tupac Shakur, it was only fitting...