Detective Mendoza and I made it back OK, but there was an incident at a Starbucks that is noteworthy.
To begin- one of my fellow instructors from the state's Sniper School, a Sargent from King County SO, sent me a gift several months ago. It was a sniper pin with a reference on it, "1 Samuel 17:49". It was an awesome gift, and I wear it proudly on my fleece vest. However, no one, in the months I've had it on, has ever asked me what it means; I guess they just assume it's just a chunk of yuppie shine.
On our way out of Stockton we stopped in at the local Starbucks. For those of you NOT in the Pacific Northwest, Starbucks is the place where addictive stimulants are sold, not in "bindles", "8-balls" and "keys," but in "tall", "grande," and "vente". Anyway, I step up to the counter and speak to the kid who cheerfully asks me what he can make for me. I tell the young man (I think) the same as always, "Vente, sugar-free vanilla, extra-hot, skinny". That's right... I know my latte' lingo.
Anyway, the kid looks at the pin and does what no one else has ever done; he asks me, "What's the pin for?" Now this kid looks to me as though his top crisis in life to this point has been deciding on how to spend his first paycheck: a "fur is dead" t-shirt, or a second stud in the eyebrow? I matched the kid's smile and replied, "It honors a Biblical reference to the very first historically recorded fatal precision head shot."
Poor kid, looked like he probably had to go home and get a fresh pair of hemp boxers.
I bet he is, right this very moment, writing in an AOL Journal about his brush with death and the crazed, pin-wearing maniac who stood next to the biscotti and almost killed everyone in the Stockton Starbucks. He is 411ing all his peeps, 'don't ax da dude 'bout da bling.'
Have a great weekend.
PS: Taking my lovely wife Krissy on a Caribbean Cruise next week; don't expect too much in the journal.