Fear Not, Valued Chili's Customer, Second Amendment Man Will Save You

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Artist's rendering of me, only I don't really have the cool hair or the headband or the muscles. But I do have the gun. Oh yes, I have the gun.
You will not notice me, the unassuming man presumably having a nice dinner with his wife in a booth. Only it won't be my wife. After my second divorce, I moved in with my mom.

Playing the role of wife will be Margie. I met her at the shooting range. It's strictly platonic, though in her eyes I detect the glint of unfettered desire. This is understandable. I am a hero. Or at least I'm about to be.

I have been waiting for this moment, for the legislature to allow me to bring my gun to Chili's. You may not know this, but Chili's is dangerous. Think of Fallujah, only with Southwestern Eggrolls. At any moment a gang of swarthy men -- and they will be swarthy -- will burst through the door bent on robbery, rape or misdemeanor public nuisance. It happens all the time. So I have positioned myself with keen sightlines to door and cash register.

You will be startled when they arrive. Perhaps they'll be a rogue band of Crips. Perhaps they'll be Kurdish separatists aiming to destabilize the mid-priced chain restaurant industry. You will quake and quiver. Weeping cannot be ruled out. For you have chosen to forsake your Second Amendment rights. You're a moron. Thankfully for you, I am not.

I will leap from the booth at the speed of sound or light, whichever's faster. I will assume a spread-eagle shooter's position. I will look very cool. But in the flash of a moment when it all goes down, you will not have time to admire me. I will dispatch the intruders with a marksman's precision, a bullet between each of their eyes.

Only when it's all over, after I've strode gallantly from the premises -- and Chili's has naturally comped my meal -- will you ask yourself, "Who was that brave, brave man? And is he currently dating anyone?" But by that time I will already be back in my mom's basement, cleaning my weapons and basking in the satisfaction of a job well done.

I am Second Amendment Man. I will save you.

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