Last night a street kid came into BLB01 and checked his bag. I grabbed the bag and started to move towards the bag check shelves when he stopped me and pulled two hand axes from under his coat and placed them in his bag.
"last time I came in with these they said I need to check them"
I immediately thought to my self "You had fucking better check those things" followed quickly by "You're not a construction worker. Why the hell do you have a pair of fucking hatchets on your person?"
I just said "perhaps that's a good idea" and then asked him to turn his headphones down.
It was soon determined by Security and the MOD that he would no longer be allowed check his weapons in, or even set foot in BLB01 while carrying his precious hatchets.
The Empire Never Ended
Me in snazzy glasses. Click the photo if you want to buy me junk I don't need to keep me entertained
4 comments:
I should say so
But what happens if there is a zombie attack?!?
If there's Zombies we call the MOD and they distribute the chainsaws and high powered rifles
This kid wasn't the plucky hero type that would do well against the undead with just pair of hatchets and raw nerve. He seemed to be more like that idiot who gets overwhelmed and de-brained in the first five minutes.
Maybe, he thinks book reading chicks will dig the hatchets. Does he have a sister named Molly?
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