Just what dealer wants is the phone call from the ATF, actually this time it was a pleasant surprise.  About 3 years ago a couple of parolee violating felons from Missouri decided to venture into Overland Park to see how people with jobs lived.  Well it’s patently obvious they were some collectivist types, (if they could vote, well you know who they would be voting for), feeling like I had to much and it wasn’t fair, so they decided to break into my car one morning and lift a couple of handguns.

Now, I know what some of you are thinking, WTF D9, what’s up with a 4 pounda and a 8+1 riding shotgun with you.  (Like that urban slang lingo, homee.)  Well it’s a dangerous world, where crack cookin felons hold up pharmacies, banks get rolled, insane lunatics shoot up the Big Dot store, and a host of car jackings, rapes, and other bad shit happens with in 5 minutes of my office.  Next you’re thinking D9 what are you doing working down in da hood, think again my friends, this all happens in the liberal utopia “of I live in Brookside and I drive a Volvo” neighborhood.  (Which now has fallen victim to a roaming rapist.)

Well back to the story, after the pair of dickheads rolled my car, they went on through the neighborhood on a shopping spree, and then fled back to their trailer park in northern Missouri.  After some more parole violating activities, some upstanding citizen called these two crack heads in and the local sheriff caught these two jerkoffs in their trailer sitting round smoking dope and checking out my new hardware.

I received a call to confirm that one of the handguns they recovered was mine and that I didn’t know these two douche bags.  Not a chance.  An ATF agentette (Woman ATF agent) called and gave me the run down and let me know that I would get my FNP 40 back once the case was closed.  Well just like all good government agencies 3 years later they called me up and wanted to return the FNP.  Hey, cool, I had written that off two years ago.

I met up with the agent (I can’t use his name or he would have to kill me, not really, but he works under cover and asked that I forget his name, but gave me his number in case I had to report some illegal activity) at my office and it was classic.  He rolls out his badge, and I could see the receptionist looking at me like I’m some kind of felon.  So the agent is a cool guy in a bad-ass way and he transfers my handgun back to me.  Needless to say I stayed and talked to him for about 20 minutes getting his take on different things going on.

I know we all fear these guys thinking they’re going to take our guns, but my impression with every street level agent I have spoken with or met is they are no different then most of us.  He was a devout believer in carry conceal, the 2^nd Amendment, and the United States.   However, you could also tell this guy was a bad-ass and if you were some kind of felon doing stupid shit he would put you down.  (Interestingly enough, this can be said for all of law enforcement people I’ve done business with.)

So this was one of the friendly visits from the ATF and all went well and I got my FNP back.  Of course the next ATF guy will be the inspector looking to put my wanker in vice, so I better get back to reviewing those 4473 forms.