Ok, not really. But it was close enough for me. (I hope this is in the right forum area)
For those who don't know, I started working again (part-time) for an armored transport company. IE-Armored Car, lots of money, and I look like a steak dinner to a lot of BG's.
Today, outside a bank, I was waiting for my messenger/jumper who was in the branch. Messenger/jumper is slang for the guy who gets in and out of the truck. Today, I was the driver.
While he's inside he radios me and tells me to be on the lookout for a guy in bib overalls, green shirt and with a large Army style duffle bag on his shoulder. Apparently the skel was giving the tellers in the bank the heebeegeebees and giving my jumper the evil eye (and then some). My jumper tells me to be ready, he is coming out soon and doesn't want to be surprised by duffle boy.
Duffle boy, at this point, is outside on the sidewalk and looking at a sign on the window. His back is towards the truck. He looks really shady, so I unholster my weapon and position myself at the gunport closest to him (which is in front of the bank on my passenger side). Later, I realize that he really wasn't reading the sign on the window. He was watching me in the reflection of the glass because......
He immediately turns around and starts staring at me. He knew I pulled my weapon and scooted closer. He will stand and stare for the next 5-7 minutes. I am not exaggerating, that is a long time. There is something wrong with this guy. He doesn't move during that time, just stares at me while I stare back.
I radio my jumper and give him a sit-rep. He tells me to get the city police on the phone and get one dispatched to our location. At this point the bank tellers are REALLY freaked out, according to my jumper.
I call 911, in full view of duffle boy (no reaction) and explain to her who I am, where I'm at, what I do (armored car), and what is happening. So what does the operator do?
In a condescending voice she says "So, he's staring at you". She made it a statement. She made it sound like Get over it, he's just staring.
I explain to her that my guy doesn't feel safe going out there and would like police presence. What does she do? Well, she doesn't dispatch an officer. She gets my phone number and tells me an officer will call me back. Unbelieveable! :aargh4:
I inform my jumper of what's going on and duffle boy starts walking west. He makes it about 1/2 a block, turns and starts staring again. I tell my jumper to stay inside.
BTW, my jumper is coming out with a lot of coin and currency. In other words, he has a lot of stuff to load up on the truck. Not like a usual stop with one or two items in his bag and he can just jump in.
Well, duffle boy makes it down the block and is approx. 1 1/2 blocks away. Still no call from the po-po at this point.
My jumper decides to chance it and exits the bank, loads up and we leave the area.
Halfway across town to our next stop we get a call from a police officer. I informed him what happened.
I also informed him that his dispatcher better take me (and the rest our our company) more seriously next time we call for back-up or assistance. In fact, I think my words to the officer were
"Do I have to get in a gunfight to get your dispatcher's attention?"
The officer appologized and stated that they (police) have issues with their dispatch, or words to that effect. He conveyed to me, not directly, that dispatch was lack luster in performance and/or judgement.
BTW, the officer was VERY professional and took my concerns seriously. He was not at all like the dispatcher.
So there's my long story with no shoot out. Thought some of you might find it interesting. We'll see what happens tommorow.
OMT-Oregon is just getting worse and worse for this stuff. We may not be as bad as Cali, but we're not in Kansas anymore.
For those who don't know, I started working again (part-time) for an armored transport company. IE-Armored Car, lots of money, and I look like a steak dinner to a lot of BG's.
Today, outside a bank, I was waiting for my messenger/jumper who was in the branch. Messenger/jumper is slang for the guy who gets in and out of the truck. Today, I was the driver.
While he's inside he radios me and tells me to be on the lookout for a guy in bib overalls, green shirt and with a large Army style duffle bag on his shoulder. Apparently the skel was giving the tellers in the bank the heebeegeebees and giving my jumper the evil eye (and then some). My jumper tells me to be ready, he is coming out soon and doesn't want to be surprised by duffle boy.
Duffle boy, at this point, is outside on the sidewalk and looking at a sign on the window. His back is towards the truck. He looks really shady, so I unholster my weapon and position myself at the gunport closest to him (which is in front of the bank on my passenger side). Later, I realize that he really wasn't reading the sign on the window. He was watching me in the reflection of the glass because......
He immediately turns around and starts staring at me. He knew I pulled my weapon and scooted closer. He will stand and stare for the next 5-7 minutes. I am not exaggerating, that is a long time. There is something wrong with this guy. He doesn't move during that time, just stares at me while I stare back.
I radio my jumper and give him a sit-rep. He tells me to get the city police on the phone and get one dispatched to our location. At this point the bank tellers are REALLY freaked out, according to my jumper.
I call 911, in full view of duffle boy (no reaction) and explain to her who I am, where I'm at, what I do (armored car), and what is happening. So what does the operator do?
In a condescending voice she says "So, he's staring at you". She made it a statement. She made it sound like Get over it, he's just staring.
I explain to her that my guy doesn't feel safe going out there and would like police presence. What does she do? Well, she doesn't dispatch an officer. She gets my phone number and tells me an officer will call me back. Unbelieveable! :aargh4:
I inform my jumper of what's going on and duffle boy starts walking west. He makes it about 1/2 a block, turns and starts staring again. I tell my jumper to stay inside.
BTW, my jumper is coming out with a lot of coin and currency. In other words, he has a lot of stuff to load up on the truck. Not like a usual stop with one or two items in his bag and he can just jump in.
Well, duffle boy makes it down the block and is approx. 1 1/2 blocks away. Still no call from the po-po at this point.
My jumper decides to chance it and exits the bank, loads up and we leave the area.
Halfway across town to our next stop we get a call from a police officer. I informed him what happened.
I also informed him that his dispatcher better take me (and the rest our our company) more seriously next time we call for back-up or assistance. In fact, I think my words to the officer were
"Do I have to get in a gunfight to get your dispatcher's attention?"
The officer appologized and stated that they (police) have issues with their dispatch, or words to that effect. He conveyed to me, not directly, that dispatch was lack luster in performance and/or judgement.
BTW, the officer was VERY professional and took my concerns seriously. He was not at all like the dispatcher.
So there's my long story with no shoot out. Thought some of you might find it interesting. We'll see what happens tommorow.
OMT-Oregon is just getting worse and worse for this stuff. We may not be as bad as Cali, but we're not in Kansas anymore.