Category: Security Stories

So, we are having a hectic day on Friday, and towards the afternoon a series of events happen that really deserve to get mentioned.

While a vehicle is being towed out of a parking lot, across the way in another parking lot is an altercation. There is a guard who patrols there throughout the day keeping an eye for drunks and car thieves. So, this guy enters the parkade and heads to the upper decks. The guard sees him and goes after him. This guy has been told he isn’t allowed in the parkade since he never brings a car. He claims to be a photographer hired to take photos of the construction going on around the parkade. He usualy shows up drunk, so no one believes him.

He is told yet again to get out, and gives the guard some sass as he he is drunk and therefore an idiot. He is also a violent idiot, and kicks the guard. The guard calls for help and then sails into the idiot and its Hudson’s Bay Rules. The idiot tries to gouge the guards eye out with his thumb, the guard responds by headbutting him several times (this is known as a Glasgow kiss), breaking the guys nose and showering him with his own blood.

My manager and one coworker arrive in the lot and give the guard a hand. The idiot claims he is assaulted, and wants the police called. My manager points out that he is known to Security, is trespassing as he has been told repeatedly not to come into the parkade (all on record), and that when he kicked the guard he assaulted him and defence is defence. My manager then points out that if the police are called they would most likely arrest the idiot. So the idiot gets to wander around for awhile in a bloody shirt and has to breathe through his mouth as well. Doubt if he’ll come by for any more ‘photo shoots’.

What wasn’t mentioned is that there was a second, temporary guard assigned to the parkade to assist the guard in dealing with things like this. What did this temp guard do? He stood and watched. Didn’t lift a finger to help his coworker. This did not go unnoticed, and I seriously doubt that he’ll have a job on Monday.

Oh, and some guy tried to steal over $300 worth of anti perspirants from the drugstore.

I am just home from the Dust Rhinos show at Dylan O’connors out in sunny St. James. I invited a few people to join me, but all were unable to come, so, I go anyway. Now, I am a little self concious about sitting in a bar by myself on a Saturday night – not that everyone is looking at me, but it can feel like that which tends to take the enjoyment out of it. Colby, the Dust Rhino’s bass player, comes over to say hi, which is very nice of him, and I am served my meal fairly quickly, which is also nice.

The band gets a late start due to the drummer having slept in and waking up five minutes before showtime, so the evening drags a little bit. A group of Dust Rhino fans show up and start chatting with Colby. The place is crowded, and he offers them seats at my table, which is fine by me as I am not a snob. Well, it seems that they were, and rather than sit with me and my cooties they gather chairs from the bar and sit off to the side of the stage. Colby seems a bit embarrased by this but I tell myself it is their loss.

The drummer shows up and the show gets going. Alison and her friend Aileen (snc?) show up and sit with me and the evening gets a little better cuz friends make it a fun thing. Unfortunately, Alison’s hubby phones her as he is called in to work and needs the car, so there goes their fun evening. In between sets they say goodbye and head out. Colby pops by again and I ask the server for a round for the band and she tells me its a 20 minute lineup at the bar, so I drop the idea and she takes off before I can order a drink for myself even. Then snubs my table for the second set. Now, this pisses me off, I may not be drinking alcohol, but I am still a customer and don’t care to be shunted off to second class.

Several people ask for the extra chairs at my table and I let them take a few.

The second set gets off to a roaring start, actualy Blair roaring our Barret’s Privateers, which goes over spectacularly. Several newcomers crowd the dance floor, and a couple of young girls plop down at my table and ask me if thats my hat on it. I tell them it is and one plucks it off the table and wears it onto the dance floor, and because she is gorgeous I make no protest. It comes back to me all perfume scented and I am treated to the sight of them sitting together on one chair with the one feeling the others breats in an enthusiastic manner. The lip locking follows, and I can see the two guys sitting over at the next table with big smiles watching as well.

The girls get up to dance again, and these Navy guys at the centre table start taking pictures on their cel phone cameras of the girls dancing rather suggestively. This goes on for awhile and the girls come back to the table to return my hat. The one says; “Thank you honey, I love you”. And I make some lame comment about how I wish or some such. She then tells me she does, really, and wraps herself around me and plants a rather nice kiss as well.

I sit for awhile to calm down, and get razzed by the guys at the next table, who I think were just jealous. I lose sight of the girls and begin to think that thats it for the fun tonight. During the second break I settle the tab and have a quick chat with Colby and head out for the bus, as I have to cross half the damn city.

As I wait for the bus, I see my two girls over by the PetroCanada station taking photos of each other. They move over to the trees edging the lot and remove some clothing for some of the shots. Unfortunately I haven’t ordered my new prescription glasses, so they are just far enough away that I can’t fully enjoy the view. My bus arrives and off I go.

Walking down the street to my home I look up and see the northern lights and watch this for awhile. So, all in all a good evening.
Bruce

Event #1 Friday night.
I am heading home from Shannon’s Irish pub after watching the Dust Rhinos perform. I get on the North Main bus a little after midnight and crack open my Conan book for the 20 minute trip home. Just after the concert hall stop, some drunken yob gets on and wont pay. The bus driver refuses to move until the guy pays, which he wont do. After about 3 minutes, the driver gives up and starts on the way again.

The drunk, realizing that he’s won, gets mouthy and wont shut up. Several pasengers try to calm him down with no results. Then the drunken yob gets ups and walks towards the bus driver brandishing his fists and shadow boxing. I am near the back of the bus, but I just can’t sit still while someone clobbers my ride home. I get up and intercept him before he can actualy punch the driver. I am joined by two other civic minded passengers and we make short work of the yob and toss him out the front door of the bus. I admit I was glad for the assistance, as when I first grabbed ahold of him he was able to fight back and it might not have gone my way.

Why this pisses me off;
Apparantly, city of Winnipeg bus drivers can’t physicaly defend themselves. If they do they are suspended from work and possibly fired. This means that they have to rely on the help of passengers on the bus. Three of us felt like doing something, but the 12 others who were on board didn’t bother to lift a finger. Not a good percentage. I am of the opinion that anyone who has a job and is attacked while working should be able to return the favor and kick some ass.

Event #2 Saturday.
I am at work and have about an hour to go before heading home. We get a call to deal with a guy causing a problem at one of the food services. I meet up with this guy and fnd that he is intoxicated. I tell him that he has to leave the building and I feel that that might be the end of it. As we are walking to the exit he gets all mouthy, calling me names and so on which I pretty much ignore.

At the exit, he punches the door (1 1/2 inch plate glass- no damage there) and spits on it. Since he is outside I don’t care. I step away from the door and he tries to come in, so I stop him and tell him to go away or we will call the police. Most guys would just mouth off and leave at that. This guy then decides to spit on me. I give him an open handed shove and down he goes, gets up and spits on me again. My coworker and I grab him and slip the cuffs on him and bring him to the office, The cops arrive three hours later and after checking him out we bar him from the property and off he goes to the drunk tank.

Event #3 Sunday
I am at the local Burger king for a steak burger. A woman and her daughter enter the restaurant and I notice they have kitten in arm. I tell them that for health reasons they are not allowed to bring loose animals in to restaurants (the only animals allowed in are assistance animals for the obvious reasons, and also the tasty ones we eat). When the staff tell them they have to remove the kitten they finally go outside with the wretched creature (I am not a cat fan by any means), all the while acting like they are somehow being put upon by an incosiderate world.

Why this pisses me off.
Okay, its the cat thing first off, but also I am sick of uneducated people assuming they are special and can bring their little stooll producing creatures into places where I eat food.

I am so looking forward to my vacation in October.

Bruce