We had a security guard named Harry at a job like that years ago. He had a fully tricked-out salvage-titled Chevy Impala. Blue suit with Philly shield lookalike. Fucker actually drove 50+ miles round trip to play cop along the way, and then sit in the lot in his clapped-out POS clip job, glaring menacingly and eating a bag lunch like a squirrel in a tree. I asked him once what load be carried in his Ruger paperweight, and he told me that whatever was good enough for NATO was good enough for him. At that point I had heard and seen enough, so I had a chat with the internal security guy, retired PSP, and Harry stopped gracing us with his pin-headed presence shortly thereafter.
Unfortunately their is no cure for poquito beecho .Somewhat off the topic, but this one was a trip.
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He works at my Philly-area hospital of choice. Unerringly, these dudes make my visits a fucking trip. They latch on to me like I'm going to shoplift a stethescope. One time, I was actually accosted while I was half out of it on a stretcher after a procedure. The attention is so seriously ridiculous that I decided on one office visit to get a pic of him for a laugh. During one stay, when I had to do some work while I was in, the wife pulled up after hours, like 2100, to deliver some materials to me, hand to hand at the front door. This exact fuckin' droid stood post outside the security office entrance, wearing a cheap-ass pair of drugstore sunglasses, watching me come and go in front of him in a wheelchair per policy like I was gonna start shit.
Unfortunately their is no cure for poquito beecho .
That’s chuck norris’s dad!Somewhat off the topic, but this one was a trip.
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He works at my Philly-area hospital of choice. Unerringly, these dudes make my visits a fucking trip. They latch on to me like I'm going to shoplift a stethescope. One time, I was actually accosted while I was half out of it on a stretcher after a procedure. The attention is so seriously ridiculous that I decided on one office visit to get a pic of him for a laugh. During one stay, when I had to do some work while I was in, the wife pulled up after hours, like 2100, to deliver some materials to me, hand to hand at the front door. This exact fuckin' droid stood post outside the security office entrance, wearing a cheap-ass pair of drugstore sunglasses, watching me come and go in front of him in a wheelchair per policy like I was gonna start shit.
Actually there is a cure, but.........Unfortunately their is no cure for poquito beecho .
We had a security guard named Harry at a job like that years ago. He had a fully tricked-out salvage-titled Chevy Impala. Blue suit with Philly shield lookalike. Fucker actually drove 50+ miles round trip to play cop along the way, and then sit in the lot in his clapped-out POS clip job, glaring menacingly and eating a bag lunch like a squirrel in a tree. I asked him once what load be carried in his Ruger paperweight, and he told me that whatever was good enough for NATO was good enough for him. At that point I had heard and seen enough, so I had a chat with the internal security guy, retired PSP, and Harry stopped gracing us with his pin-headed presence shortly thereafter.