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These are some stories that have happened to me and a few other guards from our time doing security at some provincial low income housing complexes
“Fingers”
This one has made my now supervisor notorious with some of the local cops and has earned him a nickname. About 5 years ago (Jesus I’ve been doing this too long) while doing security at one of the more dangerous complexes (lots of gangs, drugs etc) this guy comes to the complex apartment door and wants to be let in. Now policy is unless we know you lived there or prove that you do you’re not to be let in, the person you’re seeing has to let you in. Anyway this guy is quite drunk and possibly on some drugs and does not live in the building. He tries to push his way into the building, well my now supervisor pushes him back out and slams the door. Now this door on the building is a large reinforced metal door as the doors had been smashed in the past and the edges on the door weren’t grinded down so they were sharp. Anyway after shoving him out the door he soon hears this guy swearing like crazy so he opens back up the door to see what’s going on and notices something fall from the door but doesn’t know what and that’s when he notices the guy’s hand is just bleeding like crazy and he’s screaming “you F**king cut my fingers off!” Turns out when the door was closed on the guy he got the tips of his fingers caught in the edge of the door and instead of letting the guard know he had his fingers caught he just decides to jerk his hand out resulting in him tearing the tips of most of his fingers off!
“Taxi!”
So this happened to me at the same above complex. I was doing a patrol when I noticed this very drunk guy sitting in front of a door ringing the door bell. I ask him what he’s doing, he claims that it’s his friend’s apartment and he’s trying to get him to let him in. After about a 1min or 2 of ringing I tell the guy “Time to go your friend is not home, you have to leave” He’s arguing with me and refuses to get up. I end up grabbing the guy and help him up and escort him outside. He asks me to call a cab, I tell him use the pay phone at the corner of the building. I get him to the phone and leave him be. About 10mins after I decide to go and see if the guy is still around. I look outside and don’t see him. I go to the payphone and there is this steep set of concrete stairs going down and there he was at the bottom of the stairs completely crumpled at the bottom. I go down to see if he’s ok and he drunkenly goes I’m fine!” I help him up and we go up the stairs and with perfect timing the taxi shows up. So I walk him over towards the taxi and call out to the driver. Well That cabbie took one looks at the drunken guy and just burned rubber out of there. The funniest part the guy had more than enough on him for a ride. The guy then goes” I’ll catch one on may street!” and stumbled off. I gave the non-emergency a call after that. They later found him passed out in a snow bank lol
"Oh those crazy cats"
This also takes place at the same wondrous place as above and involes the guy from the first story along with a now field manager who was there off duty
Guard got a medical alarm and went to check it out
FG: Fellow guard
CCL: Crazy cat lady
G: *Knock* Security!
CCL: I'm here, i've fallen
G: *goes in and finds a very obese woman on the ground*
CCL: Help me, I fell down. the cats did it
G: Ok, i'll call for some help *he thought at first that she just had a cat she tripped over or something like that until she said this*
CCL: Oh no the cats are getting into the fuse box, they are going to cut my power!
EMS arrived shortly after this and notice her feet are blue
EMS: Ms. why are your feet blue?
CCL: The cats did it, they painted my feet blue!
*EMS then tried to take the women out on a stretcher
CCL: Nooooooo, the cats are everywhere they're going to get me!!!!
FG with another off-duty guard who had came by then proceed to shoo the "cats" out into the hall
CCL: Nooooo,their in the hall they're still going to get me!!!
*FG then opens the stairwell door and shoos them into the stairway
after that she finally let the ems guys take her to the ambulance
“All ready for the zombie apocalypses!”
Ok this happened at another housing complex. There were these 2 guys arguing in the lobby. One of the guys was this 40+ “army” guy who would always say that he was going to be called to go to Afghanistan “any moment now” but it was clear he wasn’t in the army anymore if at all. It was getting pretty heated when the army guy goes “I’m going to go to my apartment to get my guy to shoot you!” This of course alerts the guard and he calls into the control office to get the police down there. When the army guy hears this he starts to panic “oh crap, I was kidding, don’t call the cops, oh crap!” Well the cops of course still come and since he claimed to have a gun in his apartment the went ot search his place. Well it turns out there was a reason for him not wanting the cops. His apartment was filled with military style knifes multiple different styles of hand guns, machine guns, rifles, grenades and a RPG, I’m not joking an F’N RPG!. Now most were old weapons from WWII but some still worked and it also turned out this guy was banned from owning any type of guns.
“Fingers”
This one has made my now supervisor notorious with some of the local cops and has earned him a nickname. About 5 years ago (Jesus I’ve been doing this too long) while doing security at one of the more dangerous complexes (lots of gangs, drugs etc) this guy comes to the complex apartment door and wants to be let in. Now policy is unless we know you lived there or prove that you do you’re not to be let in, the person you’re seeing has to let you in. Anyway this guy is quite drunk and possibly on some drugs and does not live in the building. He tries to push his way into the building, well my now supervisor pushes him back out and slams the door. Now this door on the building is a large reinforced metal door as the doors had been smashed in the past and the edges on the door weren’t grinded down so they were sharp. Anyway after shoving him out the door he soon hears this guy swearing like crazy so he opens back up the door to see what’s going on and notices something fall from the door but doesn’t know what and that’s when he notices the guy’s hand is just bleeding like crazy and he’s screaming “you F**king cut my fingers off!” Turns out when the door was closed on the guy he got the tips of his fingers caught in the edge of the door and instead of letting the guard know he had his fingers caught he just decides to jerk his hand out resulting in him tearing the tips of most of his fingers off!
“Taxi!”
So this happened to me at the same above complex. I was doing a patrol when I noticed this very drunk guy sitting in front of a door ringing the door bell. I ask him what he’s doing, he claims that it’s his friend’s apartment and he’s trying to get him to let him in. After about a 1min or 2 of ringing I tell the guy “Time to go your friend is not home, you have to leave” He’s arguing with me and refuses to get up. I end up grabbing the guy and help him up and escort him outside. He asks me to call a cab, I tell him use the pay phone at the corner of the building. I get him to the phone and leave him be. About 10mins after I decide to go and see if the guy is still around. I look outside and don’t see him. I go to the payphone and there is this steep set of concrete stairs going down and there he was at the bottom of the stairs completely crumpled at the bottom. I go down to see if he’s ok and he drunkenly goes I’m fine!” I help him up and we go up the stairs and with perfect timing the taxi shows up. So I walk him over towards the taxi and call out to the driver. Well That cabbie took one looks at the drunken guy and just burned rubber out of there. The funniest part the guy had more than enough on him for a ride. The guy then goes” I’ll catch one on may street!” and stumbled off. I gave the non-emergency a call after that. They later found him passed out in a snow bank lol
"Oh those crazy cats"
This also takes place at the same wondrous place as above and involes the guy from the first story along with a now field manager who was there off duty
Guard got a medical alarm and went to check it out
FG: Fellow guard
CCL: Crazy cat lady
G: *Knock* Security!
CCL: I'm here, i've fallen
G: *goes in and finds a very obese woman on the ground*
CCL: Help me, I fell down. the cats did it
G: Ok, i'll call for some help *he thought at first that she just had a cat she tripped over or something like that until she said this*
CCL: Oh no the cats are getting into the fuse box, they are going to cut my power!
EMS arrived shortly after this and notice her feet are blue
EMS: Ms. why are your feet blue?
CCL: The cats did it, they painted my feet blue!
*EMS then tried to take the women out on a stretcher
CCL: Nooooooo, the cats are everywhere they're going to get me!!!!
FG with another off-duty guard who had came by then proceed to shoo the "cats" out into the hall
CCL: Nooooo,their in the hall they're still going to get me!!!
*FG then opens the stairwell door and shoos them into the stairway
after that she finally let the ems guys take her to the ambulance
“All ready for the zombie apocalypses!”
Ok this happened at another housing complex. There were these 2 guys arguing in the lobby. One of the guys was this 40+ “army” guy who would always say that he was going to be called to go to Afghanistan “any moment now” but it was clear he wasn’t in the army anymore if at all. It was getting pretty heated when the army guy goes “I’m going to go to my apartment to get my guy to shoot you!” This of course alerts the guard and he calls into the control office to get the police down there. When the army guy hears this he starts to panic “oh crap, I was kidding, don’t call the cops, oh crap!” Well the cops of course still come and since he claimed to have a gun in his apartment the went ot search his place. Well it turns out there was a reason for him not wanting the cops. His apartment was filled with military style knifes multiple different styles of hand guns, machine guns, rifles, grenades and a RPG, I’m not joking an F’N RPG!. Now most were old weapons from WWII but some still worked and it also turned out this guy was banned from owning any type of guns.
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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