You could be like me and forget your pistol in the sally port lockbox, and only remember it 30 miles and an hour later when you're backing another deputy on a traffic stop with 4 gangbangers talking in the car.

As soon as I got out I remembered with overwhelming clarity where my Glock was....So I grabbed the 870. Wide-eyed compliance ensued when I walked up on the passenger side.

"OG"...just as soon work the mids than during the daylight...nighstalker not a daywalker. Stripes are good for me, dont want the bars..or upward mobility. I'll take my crew over all the bulls#@%!!! LMAO
Of course, I did have one of my guys show up for briefing, and I noticed something odd. I thought I was looking in a miror...instead of his badeg on the left breast and name tag on the right, they were reversed. Christ, the kid had his wife get his uniform ready.
Had to ask if she packed his lunch too!!

I learned PDQ that my car keys get locked in with my pistola. Then again, I had a spare Glock anyway.

Leaving your heater in the bathroom though... priceless.