What? How COULD you. I sat through the whole thing. It was wonderful watching the "journalists" mood change over time. Also, I had a hundred bucks riding. Which I WON. Thanks, The Donald.
The after election gloating was GLORIOUS. MAGA hat on my noggin, I pranced around town like I was the prince of the city, collecting stares of awe and smiling knowingly at my crushed enemies and hearing the lamentations of their women. It was a good time to be alive.
I was doing security for a company...
Your gung fu must be adequate.
...over a .22 caliber bullet...
It could have dropped out of an assassin's violin case, or dropped from a Mexican banditos bandalero. One can never be too careful, you know. Keep your head on a swivel.
More likely it fell out of an employees pocket who is actually from here and took his kid target shooting. I never would carry a .22. That’s for plinking!