...I was working third shift at an inconvenience store. The particular neighborhood this store was located in was on the main line of travel between Atlanta's party zone and the bedroom communities north of town. It was also immediately adjacent to some seedy apartment complexes and the interstate, and all the businesses around me got robbed while I worked there; I actually watched the little kiosk of the gas station across the street get stuck up.
I was very friendly with the po-po, making sure that there was always fresh, free coffee; that and the fact that we were right at the intersection of four beats meant that there were almost always one or two cops stopping by. One of them asked me one night if I had a gun.
"I don't have a toter's permit yet," I replied.
"That's not what I asked."
"Well, it's against company policy..."
"Look," he said, "I'd rather see you alive and unemployed than a dead good employee. You have a gun, right?"
(With a hat tip to Unc.)