Originally Posted by clarson_75
You are both apparently much nicer then me. I had this happen while going to college. The "confused" gentleman barged into my apartment while looking for someone else. He politely answered my questions with an 870 in his face and a big quiver in his lip. Never saw him again, but I like to think there is a good chance he never drank again as well.
I've been in that exact situation, except it was a .45 instead of a 870, and I was on the wrong end of it. Tha't what I get for being the sober guy who listened to a bunch of drunks.
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