Omigosh. I'd feel more secure without him!Oh no he is the paid security guard at Waffle House in Asheville! . . .
Back in the early seventies, I volunteered on a kibbutz in Israel for a while. Part of the volunteer deal was regular day trips around the country with an armed kibbutznik.
This was a problem because none of the volunteers felt safe bouncing down mountain switchbacks with a machine gun in our noses. What made it even was scarier was that some of the kibbutniks were certifiable.
But the kibbutz hippie, Eetzy (nickname for Isaac), told us that while the gun was required, bullets weren't. So we let him leave his bullets at home and take us on our day trips. Good time had, and everyone was happy.
(Of course, he could've just been selling woof tickets about leaving them at home. We never asked him to show us the magazine. But we figured it's the thought that counts. Plus, he always had great hash.)