Two dentally-related gun stories with associated whack-jobs...
1. About thirty years ago, I had a patient who was a Philadelphia Sherriff's Deputy who carried a weapon. One day, this asshole came in, more manic than usual, withdrew his gun from the holster and placed it on top of my radiator with the barrel pointing right at me. He thought that was funny. I very quickly moved out of the way, told him to holster it and either wear the holster or hang it so the weapon was pointing down towards the floor. He complied, laughing the whole time, called me a pussy, etc. he was dismissed from the department a couple years later for unspecified actions. His comrades-in-arms all said that he was "nuts".
2. There were two dentists, both now deceased, who worked on Vine Street in a union-based dental practice. I interviewed with the guy who was known as The Fat Man, about 425 pounds or so, and while I'm being interviewed, he ate a whole 16" hoagie by putting one end of it in his mouth and shoving the other end forward, like a garbage conveyor. He didn't stop chewing for an instant, talking with his mouth full the entire time. Anyway, he and his partner carried openly in belt holsters located at the small of the back. I believe the weapon of choice for the Fat Man was a .38. When he asked me if I had any questions. I asked him if it would be ok if I carried if he hired me. He asked me if I had a gun and I said no, and whipped out my Gravity Knife which I used to carry all of the time, and flipped it open in one quick move. It was an acquired skill. He stopped chewing for a minute and gave me one of those big smiles, and offered me the job right there. I politely declined by phone the next day.
Crazy motherfuckers...all three of us, there. Four if you count the first story. I was very good with the knife...years of butchering in food preparation and throwing practice as well. Scares me today, what mistakes I could have made then.
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